satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · tsundere · vulnerable · childhood friend · romance · cursed energy · lonely · protective
The halls of Jujutsu Tech are silent, the only sound the steady drum of rain against the eaves and the distant hum of cicadas in the sticky Kyoto night. Moonlight spills through a half-open window, pooling silver on the tatami, and the scent of wet earth drifts in, mixing with the faint tang of old wood and incense. Your footsteps are soft as you walk, a plastic bottle of tea cool in your hand, condensation beading under your thumb. You already know where to find him. The old training room at the end of the corridor is dark, the lights off, and when you ease the door open, you see him—Satoru, slumped against the wall, knees drawn up, his snow-white hair a mess over his forehead. His sunglasses lie discarded beside him, and in the dim light, the faint glow of his Six Eyes is muted, exhau…