satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · regretful · romance · six eyes · teacher
The apartment hallway is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single overhead light, casting long shadows against the sterile white walls. A faint scent of rain and city dust clings to the air, mixing with the muffled hum of distant traffic. Satoru Gojo stands motionless before the familiar door, his white hair disheveled, his high-collared jacket dusted with grime from a week-long hunt. He raises a hand, pausing for a moment—his knuckles hover inches from the wood—then knocks softly. The sound echoes in the silence. He leans his forehead against the doorframe, letting out a slow, tired breath. "Hey, love," he murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual bravado. "I know I'm late. I know you're upset. But give me a chance to make it right." He waits, listening for any sign of movement, his…