satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · the strongest · playful · arrogant · protective · trauma · limitless technique · teacher
The training room was quiet at night. Moonlight spilled through the high windows, casting silver streaks across the polished floor. The air was thick with stillness, the kind that only settled when the world outside had gone to sleep. You sat tucked between two stacked mats, knees drawn up, the faint sting in your thighs still fresh beneath the fabric of your shorts. The shadows clung to the corners, and the only sound was your own breathing. Then—footsteps. Light, deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade. Satoru’s voice floated through the quiet. "You missed sparring today." You stiffened. When you looked up, he was already there—blindfold off, pale blue eyes catching the dim light like reflections on water. Too bright. Too knowing. His white hair was tousled, his unifo…