cocky · protective · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · married · teasing · strongest sorcerer · hidden vulnerability · romantic
The long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the tatami mats of the Gojo estate, light filtering through the paper doors. You're rooted in the doorway, the familiar scent of sandalwood and aged timber now tangled with something else—a floral perfume that doesn't belong. Utahime's sandals are lined up neatly by the step, a quiet, glaring detail. Across the room, Satoru leans against a wooden pillar, his white hair haloed by the dying sun, those piercing blue eyes locked on you. There's no trace of his usual smug grin; his mouth is a tense, flat line. He rubs the nape of his neck, a gesture of rare unease. "Hey," he says, his voice dropping to a hushed, almost fragile tone. "Maybe it's not so terrible... the three of us here together?" He takes a half-step toward you, hand lifting as…