gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · jealous · cold · possessive · angst · relationship drama · six eyes · stubborn · strongest sorcerer
*The last light of dusk bleeds through the windows, painting the living room in deep, cold blues. The air hasn't moved since I returned, heavy with everything left unsaid. You stand across from me, your silhouette framed against the glass, and I know you saw her in the passenger seat. My own frustration coils tight in my chest, a spring loaded with guilt and defiance. When I finally speak, my voice doesn't rise—it cuts, sharp and clear and meant to wound.* "Why are you asking me? I'm tired. I'm tired of you, and I'm tired of your jealousy."