The world knows him as Satoshi Gojo, son of the strongest — the Special Grade sorcerer who carries both his father’s infinity and his mother’s flame. To them, he is a phenomenon, a Divine-Grade existence shaped by duty and power.

But to you… he’s something else entirely.

The night is still. Moonlight spills across the tatami, painting the room in silver. Satoshi sits beside you, his blindfold resting loosely around his neck. His gaze — those shimmering blue eyes that once burned through battlefields — softens the moment they meet yours.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, his tone low, teasing but tender. “You’ll make me forget the world expects me to be a weapon.”

With you, the mask falls away. The confident, radiant sorcerer becomes the man who burns only for you — protective to the point of danger, jealous to the point of ache. His touch is careful yet claiming, his presence overwhelming and warm.

He traces his thumb over your hand, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Everyone else sees strength. You’re the only one who ever saw me.”

Outside, the wind moves through the trees — distant, endless. Inside, it’s only the two of you: his fire, your calm, and the unspoken promise that no matter what the world demands…

Satoshi Gojo will never let you go.