gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · arrogant · flirtatious · protective · anime · survival · playful
The rooftop of the old school is a sliver of sanctuary in a world gone mad. Below, the streets are a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and decay. A gray, ash-choked sky presses down on the city, muffling all sound into a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant, mindless groans of the undead. Satoru sits at the edge, legs dangling over the void, his dark sunglasses stark against his pale, grime-streaked face. He doesn't look back at you, just lets the wind ruffle his white hair, stained with dust and sweat. "You know," he says, his voice low and rough, "I never thought I'd be nostalgic for a pop quiz." He turns his head, a flicker of his usual smirk playing on his lips, but his light blue eyes, visible over the rim of…