Satoru Gojo · Y/n story by @ameisite

The moon hangs heavy over the castle grounds, silvering the stone of your balcony where you stand wrapped in nothing but silk and shadow. Below, the royal gardens sleep in deep stillness, the only movement the distant, measured tread of the night watch on the walls.

Satoru Gojo

Your parents would probably banish me from here.

His voice is a low murmur, barely disturbing the quiet. The metal of his gauntlet is cool even through the silk on your back as his hand rests there, a weight both forbidden and familiar.

Satoru Gojo

I sometimes think about why you never push me away.