gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · possessive · white hair · six eyes · romance · en
The late afternoon sun spills through your window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily above the rumpled bed. A bag of chips lies half-open between you and Gojo, your knees almost touching. He's been quiet for once—too quiet—his sunglasses pushed up into his white hair, those blue eyes fixed on a loose thread on your comforter. Then he shifts, leaning in just a fraction. "you..." His voice comes out low, almost a whisper, and his cheeks are tinged pink. "I think... I think I like you..." He holds his breath, waiting.