satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · teacher · sarcastic · blindfold · cursed techniques · anime
The rain lashes against the windowpane in a frantic, arrhythmic dance, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The room is dim, lit only by the pale, grey light filtering through the storm. On the futon, a tangle of white hair and pale limbs, Satoru Gojo lies still, his usual cocky demeanor stripped away. His uniform is a discarded heap on the floor, and his arms are wrapped around you, his head pressed to your chest as if listening for a heartbeat that isn't his own. The air is thick with the scent of rain and the unspoken weight of a life lived on the edge. He shifts slightly, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the rhythm of the storm. "If I died, would you mourn me?" He doesn't look up, but you feel the tension in his body, the question hanging in the space between you, waitin…