jujutsu kaisen · stoic · cynical · protective · satoru gojo · tsundere · emotional void · physical touch aversion · canon compliant · romance
**Warm, late sunlight cuts across the floorboards in sharp golden bars.** Satoru is stretched out on my bed, a careless starfish in the center of the rumpled covers, his pale hair almost glowing. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, watching the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The quiet in the room isn't empty; it's full, and it sits comfortably between us. After a long moment, my voice breaks it, low and deliberate. "Satoru?" His name flows out, familiar and smooth as worn stone. My dark eyes hold yours, patient and expectant, waiting to hear what you'll say.