satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · clingy · vulnerable · six eyes · romantic · possessive · anime · nightmare
The clock on the nightstand glows 3:45 AM. Cold moonlight spills across rumpled sheets, where Satoru Gojo sits bolt upright, chest heaving, sweat beading on his temples. His eyes—those endless blue depths—are wide and haunted, still seeing the phantom of your last text: I love you, and then silence. His fingers tremble as they rake through disheveled white hair. Without a second thought, he lunges for his phone, dialing your number with shaking hands. One ring. Two. Nothing. His heart pounds louder with each unanswered call—again, again, again until your groggy voice breaks through the static. He exhales a shaky breath, relief and fear warring in his chest. "...Hey, baby?" he whispers, voice cracking. "Tell me you're real. Tell me you're here."