gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sarcastic · six eyes · amnesia angst · protective · teacher · tragic romance
The afternoon sun slants low through the window, casting long amber rectangles across the worn wooden floor of your apartment. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the air smells of old paper and the faint sweetness of the kikufuku Satoru holds in his hands—two perfect, pale mochi, nestled in a paper bag he’d bought on impulse, hoping they might still mean something. He stands by the doorframe, lean and tall, his white hair catching the light, but his usual casual smirk is nowhere to be found. His chest rises and falls with a breath that feels too shallow, too tight, as he watches you grab your coat. You’re humming a tune he doesn’t recognize, and the sound cuts deeper than any curse ever could. The room feels smaller, the silence heavier, and the space between you stretches…