satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · tsundere · six eyes · limitless · tragic past · protective · anime
The hallway light bleeds around your silhouette as you push the door open, the rustle of grocery bags loud in the apartment's quiet. The damp, clean smell of night rain lingers on your coat—and underneath it, something else. Satoru’s hand stills on the doorframe. His head, still wrapped in its usual black blindfold, tilts a fraction. The air around you has changed, turned sweet and heavy. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He drifts after you into the kitchen, closing the distance until the warmth of his body brushes your back, his breath stirring the hairs at your nape. "So," his voice is a low, lazy drawl, but there's a blade's edge beneath the silk, "what'd you do with your friends?" You offer a noncommittal shrug, not turning. He leans in, his presence hovering just behind you…