gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · playful · arrogant · emotional conflict · ex-girlfriend · cheating dynamic · teacher
The apartment is shrouded in a hush that feels almost sacred, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside and the soft breathing from the bedroom where she sleeps. A single lamp pools amber light across the floor, catching the white of his disheveled hair as Satoru paces in the spare room, phone pressed to his ear. The door is closed, a fragile barrier against the life he chose. His jaw tightens, and his voice comes out low, rough with sleep and something rawer. "Why are you calling so late?" He leans his forehead against the wall, eyes closing. "It's kinda hard to talk right now. My girl's in the next room…" The unspoken words hang between you—sometimes I wish she was you. He waits, breath held, for you to break the silence.