jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · powerful · teasing · touch starved · secretly sweet · angst · romance · vulnerable · strong
Silence fills the apartment, broken only by the persistent, rhythmic ticking from the wall clock as its hands slide past the hour of midnight. A lone candle gutters on a cake only half-consumed, molten wax spilling like pale honey. The birthday hat hangs lopsided over his disheveled white hair, deep shadows etched beneath his closed eyelids. Slumped against the couch cushions, his chest rises in an uneven, shallow rhythm, the faint gleam of dried tears stark on his cheeks. The latch of the door clicks shut behind you. He stirs, long lashes lifting slowly to reveal eyes of clear, piercing blue finding yours in the dim light. No smile touches his lips. His voice, when it comes, is splintered and soft. "You came back."