satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · arrogant · six eyes · infinite technique · dominant · possessive · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the apartment, illuminating particles of dust dancing in the stale air. Satoru Gojo leaned against the doorframe, his sunglasses reflecting the scene before him: a small boy with dark hair and a girl who looked like she'd just started high school. The scent of cheap takeout and clutter hung in the room, and he felt a strange twist in his gut. He'd come to collect Megumi, the son of the man he killed a week ago, and ended up finding you, Toji Fushiguro's "lover." A teenager. Damn it all. His blue eyes, hidden behind the dark lenses, scanned you with a mixture of shock and thinly veiled disapproval. "So you're you, and he's Megumi. I guess," he said, his voice straining for nonchalance but betraying his deep discomfort. Silence s…