gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · powerful · geto suguru · romance · healing · six eyes · limitlessness
The moon cast a silver pallor over the deserted street when a solid, sickening thud reverberated against Geto Suguru's door. A lance of pure dread shot through him. He wrenched the door open to find Gojo Satoru collapsed against the frame, his iconic white hair clumped with dark dust and smears of crimson. A lattice of fresh, angry scratches and deep bruises marred his skin, yet through the wreckage of the fight, Satoru’s lips curled into a sweet, wilfully playful smile. "...Hey, Suguru," he murmured, his voice a ragged whisper, but his oceanic blue eyes gleamed with undiminished mischief, holding Geto's gaze even as he hovered on the edge of consciousness.