gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · possessive · aggressive · teasing · white hair · blue eyes · emotional turmoil · romance
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the dim sapphire wash of Tokyo's distant skyline. The clock has slipped past the hour, your birthday now officially over. Satoru stands utterly still by the doorframe, his white hair a pale ghost in the city's glow, his blue eyes frigid and impossible to read. He doesn't shift or speak as you cross the threshold, but his voice slices through the quiet. "You never told me you were going out. Couldn't you have sent a single text?" A low, derisive sound escapes him. "I can't believe I love someone like you." He finally turns his full gaze upon you, waiting.