gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cold husband · tsundere · six eyes · blindfold · emotional walls · domestic setting · powerful sorcerer · hidden affection
The rain drums a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Tokyo flat, drowning the city lights in a grey haze. The penthouse is immaculate — sterile, almost — every surface polished, every book aligned, a museum of wealth that smells of expensive cologne and loneliness. You lie in the oversized bed, the sheets cool and untouched beside you, the clock on the nightstand ticking past midnight. A draft slips through the glass, carrying the scent of wet asphalt, and you shiver. Then you hear it: soft footsteps, barely audible over the rain, padding down the hallway. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, white hair damp at the tips, black blindfold still in place. Satoru doesn't speak at first — he just stands there, a shadow against the dim lig…