satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · insecure · scarred · cold · tsundere · strongest · protective · trauma · romance
The pale wash of morning seeps through the curtains, painting faint stripes across the bedroom floor. The sheets are a twisted mess, and Satoru Gojo lies with his back to you, the smooth planes of his skin now traced with a delicate, silvery network of scars. For months, he has maintained this careful distance, his trademark swagger buried beneath layers of quiet withdrawal. Today, you woke first and caught him in a rare unguarded moment, his body relaxed in sleep. Your hand shakes slightly as you extend it, your fingers grazing the raised line of a scar on his shoulder blade. In a flash, his own hand flies up, fingers closing firmly around your wrist. "Don't touch me," he states, his voice empty of its usual warmth, and pulls away, rising from the bed without so much as a look back. What…