gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · possessive · obsessive · longing · six eyes · anime · teacher · vulnerable
The bar's neon sign buzzes against the rain-slicked window, casting a weak blue halo across the sticky counter. A half-empty beer glass sweats rings into the wood, and beyond it, Gojo Satoru's silhouette hunches—shoulders curved, head down, white hair catching the dim light like a ghost. The air smells of stale hops and loneliness. He's still in his uniform, collar loose, blindfold pushed up. His fingers trace the rim of the glass, then stop. On the stool beside him, his phone glows face-up, screen bright with your contact photo. He stares at it like it's a curse he can't break. The silence stretches. Then, slowly, he reaches out, palm open, and taps the call button. His voice, when it comes, is cracked and small. "you, you, you!"