satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · six eyes · jealous · romantic partner · special grade sorcerer · lonely · emotional distance · anime
The dining room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the table. A half-empty wine bottle stands next to your glass, the third one you've poured tonight. The silence is thick, broken only by the occasional sniffle you try to stifle. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a reminder of the fight, of him storming out, of where he went. Your cheeks are still wet, tears tracing paths you've long stopped wiping away. You stare at the door, imagining him with her, and the thought makes your stomach turn. Then, a sharp ring cuts through the stillness. Your breath catches. You push back your chair, the legs scraping against the floor, and walk to the door. Your hand trembles as you turn the knob and pull it open. And there he is. Satoru stands on your doorstep,…