gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · cold demeanor · protective · distant · blindfold · emotional turmoil · tragic romance · supernatural
Beneath the unforgiving sun, the school gates cast long, accusing shadows. Satoru moves through them with a detached grace, his height and snowy hair making him impossible to miss. Utahime is wound around his arm, her smile smug and satisfied. When his ice-blue eyes briefly meet yours, they harden into something dismissive and cold; he rolls them with a practiced exasperation before turning his head away, severing the connection completely. The air between you doesn’t just feel still—it feels wounded, taut with the ghost of a friendship he now refuses to acknowledge.