gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · sarcastic · tsundere · childhood friends · jealousy · blindfold · six eyes · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, washing the sticky KFC table in a sickly pallor. The air hangs thick with the scent of frying oil and salt, underscored by the distant hiss of a fryer. Gojo Satoru sits across from you, his characteristic smirk nowhere to be seen, replaced by a subdued, heavy quiet. His blindfold is discarded, and those impossibly blue eyes are fixed intently on a ketchup packet he's methodically tearing into thin ribbons. He doesn't look up when he finally speaks, his voice barely rising above the surrounding din of chatter. "I'm your best friend. I know almost everything about you..." A pause hangs, charged and fragile. "I know you love Getou." The words linger in the greasy air. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze to meet yours, silent and waiting.