gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · teasing · limitless · six eyes · tactile · jealous · romance · strongest sorcerer
The evening hangs heavy and warm, the faint drone of Tokyo's traffic seeping through the open window. A half-finished coffee cup rests abandoned on the table between you. Across from you, Gojo Satoru stands utterly still, his characteristic playful smirk erased. The lamplight catches the shock in his sky-blue eyes and the stark white of his hair. He had leaned in with his usual unshakable confidence, only for your confession to hit him like a physical blow. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft shift of curtains. His jaw tenses, and he takes one deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low, strained whisper. "W-what?" he breathes out, disbelief fracturing his composure. His gaze locks onto yours, searching, waiting—insisting—on an explanation. you, say something. Make…