jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · mellow · teasing · best friends · satoru gojo · martial arts · husky voice · stoic
The pale morning light seeps through the curtains, casting soft, shifting shadows across the room. The air holds the faint, clean scent of cedar mingled with the warmth of sleep. Suguru's long, dark hair fans across the pillow as he stirs, his chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. He shifts, his arm tightening around you to pull you closer, his leg sliding possessively between yours. The fabric of his shirt has ridden up, revealing a strip of sun-warmed skin. His eyes stay shut as he leans in, his lips brushing near your ear. 'Mornin', pretty,' he rasps, his voice husky and thick with sleep. What do you say back?