satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · arrogant · possessive · secret illness · romantic angst · strongest sorcerer · flirtatious
The first day of spring painted the sky a soft powder blue, warm rays spilling through the cherry blossoms like liquid gold. A cool breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and the distant hum of the city. Satoru sat on the low stone wall, a half-eaten stick of dango in his hand, watching you cross the courtyard in that dress—floating, perfect. He told himself it was just the sugar making his chest tighten. Then he saw you take another's hand. A petal, soft and white, caught in his throat. He swallowed it down, smiled, and called your name. 'you, you look happy today.'