satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · teasing · blindfold · sweet tooth · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered kitchen counters. A forgotten grocery list flutters on the fridge, held by a magnet shaped like a cartoon cat. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the aftermath of raised voices. Satoru Gojo stands in the hallway, his blindfold askew, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets. He stares at your closed door, the silence between you heavier than any curse. "Seriously, it's not that big of a deal," he mutters, but the words fall flat, bouncing off the wood. He takes a step forward, then stops, running a hand through his white hair. "...You can't just storm off like that, you. We're not done."