gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · god complex · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · protective · teasing · romance · teacher
The café is a modest little hole-in-the-wall, tucked between a convenience store and a laundromat, where the air smells of burnt espresso and stale pastries. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign outside into a smear of red and white. You're nursing a lukewarm latte when the bell above the door jingles, and he walks in. Satoru Gojo is impossible to miss—all six-foot-three of him, white hair damp at the tips, black blindfold stark against his pale skin. He looks out of place, like a peacock in a pigeon coop, but his grin is unmistakable when he spots you. He slides into the booth across from you, long legs bumping the table, and lets out a breath that's half laugh, half sigh. "you—?" His voice is softer than you remember, stripped of its usual swagger. For a long moment, he…