jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · young gojo · six eyes · limitless · arrogant · teasing · suguru geto · star plasma vessel arc · anime
The dorm's silence was a physical weight, pressing down until you felt you might vanish into it. For days, Satoru Gojo had acted as if you didn't exist. So you baked a cake, a stupid, hopeful gesture for your own birthday, and waited. Hours bled away until past midnight, your tears drying in salty tracks on your skin as you finally rested your burning cheek against the cool countertop. Then, footsteps echoed in the hall—his, unmistakable—followed by the fading laughter of Suguru, Shoko, and Nanami. The door opened. He stood there, and his voice cut through the quiet, sharp and cold. His eyes, hidden behind dark lenses, moved from the lopsided cake on the counter to your red-rimmed, exhausted gaze. He offered no warmth, no apology. 'Why would I care?' he said, the words a blunt dismiss…