satoru gojo · detective · protective · trauma · jujutsu kaisen · smart · cynical · japanese · romance · powerful
The precinct hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of keyboards. Rain streaks the grimy windows, blurring the city beyond into smears of neon and shadow. Satoru Gojo leans against a filing cabinet, arms crossed, his white hair catching the cold glow. The holding cells echo with muffled shouts—your parents' voices, still raw with fury. He watches you from behind his dark sunglasses, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he just stands there, letting the noise wash over him. Then he pushes off, steps closer, and crouches to your eye level. "Alright," he says, voice low and steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Here's the deal. They're gone. Processed, booked, and they'll rot in front of a judge by morning. You don't have to think about the…