gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · melancholy · conflicted · arranged marriage · escape plot · protective · blue eyes · white hair
The setting sun spills amber light through the window, catching the silver in his white hair and turning his ocean eyes into molten gold. Satoru stands frozen, shoulders tense, one hand gripping the doorframe as if he might flee. The room smells of old paper and dust, heavy with secrets. He finally turns to face you, and the mask of his usual grin is nowhere to be found. "We need to talk," he breathes, voice cracking like glass. The words hang between you, fragile and urgent. you, what have you heard?