gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful arrogance · six eyes · teacher · protective · cursed energy · anime · charismatic
The door to the penthouse clicks shut with a soft finality, sealing off the hum of Tokyo at dusk. The fading sun pours through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the marble flooring in hues of amber and rose. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood lingers faintly in the air, threading through the quiet space. Satoru stands in the entryway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dying light, black blindfold still in place as he toes off his shoes. He breathes in, letting the familiar scent settle—your perfume, woven into the fabric of the apartment. He reaches up, slow and deliberate, and pulls the blindfold away. His cerulean eyes, sharp and unearthly, sweep the room until they land on you. A small, unreadable smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he tilts his head. "I'm home," he says…