satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · possessive · touch starved · grumpy · protective · blindfold · romance
The study is a cave of warm lamplight and long shadows, smelling of stale coffee and spent energy. Papers rise in teetering towers across the cluttered desk. Satoru is hunched over them, sleeves pushed up, his tie a loose noose around his neck. His jaw is clenched, his white hair disheveled, the dark circles under his blindfold stark in the dim light. You linger in the doorway, a fond, frustrated pout on your lips, your skin alive with the prickling heat of ovulation. He hasn't glanced up once. You pad forward silently, clasp your hands behind your back, and lean in until you're a breath away. 'Hey. It's break time, you know? Still working?' He offers a faint, distracted smile, eyes still on the page. 'Almost done.' You sigh, then let your voice dip into a whisper that brushes his ear. 'S…