Satoru Gojo Is Tall, Charming, Powerful, Radiating A Commanding Aura To Both Sorcerers And Non-sorcerers

satoru gojo is tall, charming, powerful, radiating a commanding aura to both sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike. his presence demands attention, something he never has to struggle hard for. everyone around him usually grows intimidated just from him being in the vicinity—they get sweaty, they get nervous, they get shy. but not him. he’s not familiar with such emotions. satoru gojo has never been flustered…not until you, anyway.

he’s stuttered twice: once out of nervousness and the other out of pure shock. you didn’t even react to his first blunder, and that throws gojo off just a little more. he’s the strongest. he doesn’t make mistakes, doesn’t fumble over his words. satoru is about as perfect as perfect can get. and yet, here he is, tongue tied and twisted in knots all because…you’re looking at him?

this isn’t new. it’s not like he’s never been looked at before. quite the opposite, in fact. but this isn’t like the usual irate glances or idolizing, heart-eyed stares he gets from everyone else. you’re actually looking at him like a person, and paying attention on top of that.

ever since satoru began talking, you’ve hung on to every word he’s spoke, nodding along and interjecting with relevant dialogue. complimenting him, asking related questions, brows raising in surprise or intrigue when he says something you find interesting. despite this all being the usual bells and whistles of a normal conversation, satoru can’t help but feel a foreign pounding in his chest. he’s never experienced anything like this. not for a long while, anyway.

it’s not just the thudding behind his ribcage, but this sincere action of being seen. everyone else either looks through gojo, or over him, or away from him entirely and try not to acknowledge him at all, as if suffering through his company. but you, you’re actually looking at satoru, right in his face. dare he say, straight through his blindfold and into the azure blues underneath, as if it isn’t even there.

he has his silly suspicions that maybe you are looking through his blindfold. satoru considers that maybe you have some special power or technique to look through the fabric, but quickly squashes the nonsensical idea and decides instead that he’s just overthinking. and that conclusion flusters him even more.

the realization that you are actually interacting with him and listening to him….it’s not just going into one ear and out the other, or flying over your head as you pretend to listen and instead ogle the pretty features on his face. you’re…interested? in what he has to say? it almost seems implausible, but here you are, clinging to his every word and indulging in conversation with him. no restless fidgeting as you wait for it to end, nor a poorly concealed look of impatience as you pray for him to finally shut up.

you genuinely seem content in sitting here and letting satoru talk your ears off. like you’re enjoying it. and satoru is giddy at this realization, this epiphany that someone actually, truly enjoys his company. he thinks it feels…

it feels nice.

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Geto Suguru being so helplessly devoted to you, always willing to do whatever you ask for. His love broaching the line of obsession in a way that doesn’t bother him in the slightest, he’s not scared of his big feelings for you and he refuses to let himself be. There is nothing wrong with the way he loves you, not to him, and not to you either.

Not once has he denied anything you’ve asked of him, even when you’re hesitant to ask for things he’s quick to assure you that there isn’t a single thing you could ask for that he would say no to or judge you for.

He was there when you needed someone to hold you after a stressful day, he was there again when you needed someone to remind you how good you’re doing when it feels like you’ve been failing, and he was also there when your neighbour was borderline stalking you. That neighbour moved out not long after Geto spoke to him so you don’t know what he did or said but you also don’t care to know so you never asked.

Of course, his love for you translates to the bedroom, his eyes full of adoration as he’s folding you into an obscene mating press. Large hands on your legs as he bends you to his will, his desire to worship and ruin you pricking at his skin, unable to pick which he wants more. Ultimately deciding why pick when he’s perfectly capable of doing both, the same answer he always lands on.

The way he kisses you is hot and messy, pulling back only to whisper praise against your lips before kissing you again. Sentiment swapping between, “You’re so pretty, I’d do anything for you, – hnn – love you so much,” and, “You’re taking it so – hah – fucking well, cunt drooling for me, can you hear it?”

God, the way his eyes glaze over as he looks at you with so much affection, completely enamoured by the way you gasp and claw at him from the pleasure. He'll never get sick of pleasing you, like this and in any other way you ask him for.

lovesick!satoru who has always been a sucker for cheesy rom-coms and cheesy love stories, and dreams of having his own fairytale romance, complete with a happily ever after.

lovesick!satoru who sucks at hiding his feelings from you. his eyes always light up when he sees you and can’t help but smile like an idiot whenever you’re around. he's so smitten with you that it's practically impossible for him to keep his emotions in check.

lovesick!satoru whose cocky, confident front falters once you’re around because you’re just so pretty in his eyes and he doesn’t understand how you would ever spare him a second glance. 

lovesick!satoru whose palms get sweaty every time you talk to him because your delicate voice sends him into an absolute frenzy. he's so nervous that he can barely think straight, let alone form coherent sentences. 

lovesick!satoru who mentally kicks himself when he starts to stutter when starting a conversation with you. poor baby is so afraid of saying the wrong thing and ruining his chances with you.

lovesick!satoru who finally works up the courage to ask you out under the starry night sky. he must’ve rehearsed what he was going to say to you a hundred times. he takes you to his favorite spot, it’s secluded, and has the perfect view of the stars.

lovesick!satoru who, as you're gazing up at the sky, tells you how he feels as the moonlight shines down on the both of you.

lovesick!satoru who is met with silence for a few minutes, but then is met with a reciprocated confession, and the white-haired man is over the moon. 

lovesick!satoru who knows that this is the start of something beautiful, and he can't wait to see what the future holds for him and you.

satoru is the kind of husband who’s often absent. between missions, meetings, jujutsu high, and let’s not forget his clan, he spends his time running around instead of spending time with you — his wife.

it’s a routine. though sometimes, not seeing him can get really frustrating (not to mention the number of tears you’ve shed because of his absence). he’s well aware of it. poor guy feels guilty every second he’s away from you.

one evening, after spending the whole time of it crying over his absence, curled up like a caterpillar in the soft, cottony white duvet, you finally found sleep. a deep sleep, to be precise.

but apparently not deep enough, because in the middle of the night, the moonlight filtering through the windows wakes you up. you quickly realize something heavy is resting on your body. a warm, steady breath brushes against the skin of your neck, sending shivers across your whole body.

you squirm slightly under your husband, who’s lying on top of you as if you were his mattress. “satoru, get off me…”

“hmmm,” he hums, pouting and furrowing his brows. instead of freeing you, he shifts lazily on top of you, trapping you further in his arms. and you’re still wrapped in your duvet, too.

“satoru, i can’t move anymore.” but that doesn’t seem to matter. he clings to you like a koala to a tree. you sigh.

“i missed you.” he plants a soft kiss on your cheek, instantly melting your heart. “i love you.” he chuckles softly, eyes still closed, because he knows you don’t really hold it against him. “i’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” a promise he kept, to your delight.

"I have love and dreams too!"

GOJO SATORU experienced a sense of burden and loneliness that came from being the strongest. His immense power isolated him, making it difficult for others to understand or connect with him. Despite his detached demeanor, he still had personal feelings and aspirations. Beneath his exterior, he had his own desires and values that motivated him. He was more than just a tool for fighting curses—he was a complex individual with emotions and goals beyond simply being the strongest.

"I honestly think it's better to have someone stronger than me, who can truly forget my existence."

GOJO SATORU wished for a world where someone could surpass him and overshadow his existence, freeing him from the responsibilities and expectations tied to his strength. This desire reflected his longing for a more balanced world, where power wasn’t centralized in one person—allowing him the freedom to just be himself without always being seen as the ultimate solution or protector.

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