gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · six eyes · limitlessness · teacher · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your phone screen as you scroll, the faint hum of the city outside Tokyo's window. The door creaks open, and Satoru shuffles in—tall, a bit slumped, his white hair still slightly damp from the shower. The air shifts with the scent of his soap, a clean, familiar comfort. He doesn't look at you at first, just drops onto the mattress with a heavy sigh, the frame groaning under his weight. His blindfold is off, his sky-blue eyes half-lidded, carrying the exhaustion of a day spent fighting shadows. Then, slowly, he turns his head. His gaze catches your hand, where the phone rests, and lingers. A beat of silence. His voice comes out softer than usual, edged with curiosity. "Oh? You got your nails done?" He lifts his hand, palm open, inviting. T…