gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · exhausted · protective · teacher · jujutsu sorcerer · nonchalant · romance
Time stretches thin and heavy in the safe house. As I sit up in bed, I notice the lamps in the living area are still burning. I creep to the doorway and peek around the frame. There, on the worn sofa, Satoru sits slumped forward, his head cradled in his palm. His eyes, usually so sharp and alive, are dull and unfocused, staring blankly at the floor. *He hasn’t slept at all.* I push the door open and step inside. The soft sound of my steps doesn’t register with him, so I lift my hand and snap my fingers once, crisply. He flinches, his head jerking up, those famous blue eyes widening in surprise before they land on me standing there in my rumpled pyjamas. A flicker of something—concern, maybe guilt—crosses his tired face.