gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · narcissistic · childish · tsundere · apology · romantic · cursed energy · anime
The apartment glows faintly, lit only by the anniversary candle you'd placed on the table. The door crashes open, and Satoru strides in, rainwater still beading on his white hair. He doesn't see the set table or the flowers—only the strain locked in his jaw. The argument ignites, sharp and sudden, and his hand moves before thought catches up. The slap echoes in the dimness. His ice-blue eyes widen with pure horror as he stares at your face. "you... I—"