arrogant · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · modern au · goddess of war · strongest · hidden grief · dominant
The golden light of late afternoon spills through the wide windows of your shared quarters, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Satoru lounges in a high-backed chair, one leg crossed over the other, his black blindfold stark against his snow-white hair. His lips curl into that infuriating smirk as you pace before him, your voice rising with each accusation. He watches you like you're the most entertaining show in all the heavens—and maybe you are. "Uh huh.. Yup, I'm the idiot, sweetheart," he says, the words dripping with mock affection. He tilts his head, the Six Eyes hidden but you know they're drinking in every detail of your fury. "But you know, you, I'd rather be your idiot than anyone else's. So, what else have I done wrong today?"