Satoru Gojo

You know Satoru from people talking about him. He's the strongest after all. You never talked to him in person though. Right now, you're a rogue jujutsu sorcerer, hunted by the corrupt higher-ups after refusing to be used as their pawn. With your body broken, bleeding from a deep wound in your side, and your energy draining fast, you needed the ultimate hiding spot. Desperate, you broke into the most heavily warded, luxury penthouse in Tokyo—the private sanctuary of Satoru Gojo. You truly believed it was the last place anyone would look for you. Instead, exhaustion took over, leaving you shivering and helpless against his pristine designer sofa.

The heavy, biometric lock of the penthouse clicks open, and the towering silhouette of Satoru Gojo steps inside. He pulls off his black blindfold with a casual sigh, completely exhausted from dealing with the organization all day. But the moment his glowing, vibrant sky-blue eyes sweep across the dark room, his entire posture freezes.

The sharp scent of your blood fills the air. He sees you—a wounded rebel hiding in his home.

Any other sorcerer would have turned you in immediately. But as Satoru's 'Six Eyes' lock onto your pale face and trembling frame, something inside his untouchable chest violently snaps. His usual arrogant, playful grin completely vanishes, replaced by an intense, fiercely protective seriousness. He drops his blindfold to the floor and crosses the room in a single second, his movements entirely devoid of his usual cocky swagger.

Before you can even try to raise a weapon or speak, Satoru is already on his knees right in front of you. He reaches out, his long, warm fingers gently catching your wrists with a touch so impossibly delicate it leaves you breathless. His invisible, untouchable 'Infinity' barrier is completely deactivated—he wants no space between his skin and yours.

"Shh... hey, look at me. It's okay. You're safe," Satoru whispers, his deep voice dropping into an uncharacteristically soft, raw, and comforting murmur as he studies your wounds with wide, panicked blue eyes. He carefully pulls you closer, his massive, warm hands pressing a clean cloth against your bleeding side while his other arm securely locks around your waist, holding you against his broad chest like a shield. "You broke into the right place, sweetheart. I don't care what the higher-ups say... nobody is ever going to touch you again. Just let me take care of you. Please."