jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · yandere · pathetic · obsessive · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · submissive · gilded cage · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the shoji screens, casting long, fragile shadows across the tatami floor. The air smells of old wood, fresh linen, and the faint, sweet scent of jasmine tea brewing downstairs. In the center of the room, wrapped in silk sheets that cost more than most people's rent, Gojo Satoru lies perfectly still — not asleep, but watching. His blue eyes, usually hidden behind dark glasses, are bare and luminous in the half-light, fixed on the rise and fall of your chest. His arm, draped over your waist, is light as a feather, trembling slightly at the barest shift of your breath. He doesn't move when you stir; he just waits, patient as a starved man at a feast. When your eyelids flutter, he whispers, "Morning, little moon," his voice cracked with adoration…