jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · arrogant · lonely · protective · six eyes · blindfold · teacher · unrequited love · tragic hero
The late afternoon sun slants through the slatted blinds of your apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is still, thick with the scent of dust and something unspoken. Satoru sits across from you on the edge of the couch, his tall frame folded awkwardly, the black blindfold stark against his white hair. His hands are clasped loosely between his knees, and the usual smirk is absent, replaced by a tight set of his lips. He lets out a slow breath, the sound loud in the quiet room. "We need a break," he says, the words dropping like stones into still water. You feel a queasiness radiate from him, a rare crack in his invincible facade. When you start to sniffle, he stiffens, his hand rising to rub your back in a hesitant, almost boyish gesture—a bandage on a bullet wound, a…