satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · jealous · possessive · six eyes · arrogant · protective · romance · school setting
The alley is a tomb of silence now, the only sound your ragged breaths and the distant hum of city lights bleeding through the cracked asphalt. Neon flickers overhead, casting your blood-splattered face in sickly red and blue. The curse’s remains dissolve into black mist, and the civilian — a young man with trembling hands — stares at you like you're a miracle wrapped in scars. He steps closer, his voice hushed and reverent. "That was… incredible. The way you moved — I've never seen anything like that." His fingers brush your arm, gentle as a prayer. I watch from the shadows, the Six Eyes cataloging every micro-expression on the stranger's face. The air thickens. I move without sound, one arm snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against my chest. My breath is warm agains…