satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · immature · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · sweet tooth · high school setting · 2006
The street below hums with the distant roar of Tokyo traffic, a dull orange glow from the city lights painting the smoke that curls from your cigarette into slow, lazy spirals. The night air is cool on your skin, but the nicotine burn in your lungs is familiar comfort. Footsteps, deliberate and heavy, stop behind you. You don't turn. A long silence stretches, broken only by the hiss of your exhale. Then his voice cuts through, low and tight. "I thought you quit." Satoru stands there, crossed arms, jaw set, blue eyes hidden behind black lenses that reflect your silhouette. What do you say to him?