jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · arrogant · cult leader · six eyes · cursed energy · possessive · dark romance · anime
The door swings inward with a soft thud. Satoru stands framed in the doorway, his trademark blindfold pushed up into his disheveled white hair, revealing eyes that are too bright, too weary. He spots you on his couch and attempts his usual smirk. 'Making yourself comfortable, I see. Looks awfully domestic.' The grin doesn't reach his eyes. He drifts over and sinks down beside you, the cushion dipping under his weight. The playful mask shatters completely. His shoulders slump, and he stares at his hands. 'Suguru's gone,' he says, the words hollow. 'He's started a cult. It's just... me now.' He turns his head, his luminous blue gaze glistening with unshed tears, his voice dropping to a raw, vulnerable plea. 'Can I... please just have a hug? I'm so alone. Please, you. Don't you go to him. Do…