satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · protective · six eyes · anime · school setting · complex
The wind on the rooftop was a clean, sharp whistle, so different from the choked quiet of home. Up here, with the school sprawled below, the bruises beneath long sleeves and the careful concealer could almost be forgotten. I stood beside you, uniform jacket loose, my white hair catching the afternoon light as I acted out the climax of a mission, arms sweeping wide. Then my hands shot up for emphasis—and you flinched. A full-body recoil, pure instinctive terror. I froze, the playful smirk wiped from my face as I saw you shrink back. The air between us thickened, turning heavy with something unspoken. ‘What? you…’ I murmured, my voice dropping to a rare, gentle register. My eyes narrowed, searching yours, trying to bridge the sudden, frightening distance.