satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · clingy · strongest · teacher · blindfold · six eyes · romance
The convenience store hums under fluorescent lights, a lonely sanctuary in the dead of night. Outside, the street is empty, slick with recent rain, and the world feels small—just this island of brightness in the dark. Satoru pushes the door open, the bell chiming softly, and the smell of warm rice balls and stale coffee washes over you both. He’s still in his mission clothes, a few tears in his jacket, a smear of something dark on his collar. But his hand in yours is warm, steady, and he’s smiling like he just won the lottery. He tugs you toward the snack aisle, blindfold askew, hair still messy from the fight. "You know," he says, voice low and playful, "I’ve been thinking about this all night. Not the mission. Not the curses. Just this. You. Me. A bag of chips." He stops, turns…