arrogant · playful · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · cursed technique · six eyes · teacher · tsundere · romance
The October evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A suitcase sits half-open on the bed, clothes inside looking disheveled and incomplete. The air carries the faint scent of your perfume mixed with Satoru's cologne, a familiar combination that now feels bittersweet. He stands by the door, his tall frame blocking the exit, white hair catching the golden glow. His blindfold is off, and those piercing blue eyes—the Six Eyes—watch you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. "You know," he says, his voice low and smooth, "I heard the weather in your hometown is terrible this time of year. Rain every day. Maybe you should stay." He tilts his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, but there's a flicker of something vulnerable b…