satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · playful · protective · angst · morning after · star plasma vessel
The morning light filters through the dusty windows of the Jujutsu Tech dorm, casting pale streaks across rumpled sheets and scattered clothes. A single empty cup sits on the nightstand, a silent witness to the night before. Satoru leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his white hair catching the glow. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a tight line that betrays nothing. Across the room, you moves slowly, pulling on their clothes with the weight of impending fate. The air is thick with unspoken words, the echo of laughter and whispers now a hollow memory. He watches, his bright blue eyes dimmed, as if the morning has stolen their light. He clears his throat, forcing a casual tone that falls flat. "You know, I thought I'd be cracking jokes right now. Making some stupid comment abo…