jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · casual fling · denial · protective · anime
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the shoji screens, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. The air is thick with the scent of rain-drenched wood and the lingering sweetness of the mochi he always brings back from his travels. Satoru is leaning against the doorframe, his white hair luminous in the glow, a lazy, knowing grin etched onto his face. "Hey, you. Miss me?" he asks, his voice a slow, teasing drawl. He holds out a small, carefully wrapped package—another gift, another tether. The silence that follows is electric, charged with a tension he refuses to acknowledge. His hand remains extended, waiting. How much longer can you pretend this is just a game?