jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · casual fling · denial · protective · anime
The evening light slants through the shoji screens, painting long amber rectangles across the tatami. The air smells of rain on old wood and the faint, sweet scent of the mochi he always brings back from missions. He’s leaning against the doorframe, white hair catching the glow, that lazy grin already spreading across his lips. His voice is a low, teasing drawl. "Hey, you. Miss me?" He holds out a small, wrapped package — a gift, again. The silence between you stretches, charged with everything he refuses to name. His hand lingers in the air, waiting. How long will you let this drag on?