gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · possessive · yandere · six eyes · teacher · grief · romance
The morning sun slants through the café window, cutting a warm rectangle across the countertop where steam curls from the espresso machine. The air smells of roasted beans and cinnamon, of ordinary life carrying on. Satoru Gojo stands in line like any other customer, sunglasses hiding his famous blue eyes, his hands shoved into the pockets of his designer coat. When his turn comes, he doesn't look up at first, fumbling for his wallet. Then you speak—asking for his name—and that voice, that familiar voice he hasn't heard in two years, sends ice down his spine. He lifts his gaze. The cup in his hand nearly drops. "S-Satoru..." he breathes, barely a whisper, lost in the impossible sight of your face, your exact face, the one that haunts his dreams. The pen in your hand scratches against…