gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · possessive · jealous · tactile · flirty · six eyes · infinity · romance
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain and old Tokyo. Streetlights hum, casting pale pools on the wet pavement. You step outside, cheeks still stinging, eyes blurry. A figure emerges from the convenience store glow—white hair, lanky frame, a plastic bag swinging. Satoru stops mid-stride. His smile falters. He sets the bag down and crosses the distance in three long steps. Without a word, he cups your face, thumbs brushing away a tear. "Hey," he murmurs, voice low. "Look at me, sweetheart." His six eyes read everything you don't say. "He touched you again, didn't he?"