satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · angst · possessive · lonely · childish · needy · six eyes · toxic relationship
The rain fell in a relentless, grey sheet, sealing the apartment in a heavy, isolated silence. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the ghost of old memories. Suguru stood by the kitchen counter, his sleeves rolled up, his posture deceptively peaceful for a man hunted by the entire world. He didn't look up when the door clicked shut, his focus remaining locked on the surface before him. Satoru lingered in the doorway, the crushing weight of two weeks of denial pressing down on his shoulders. He watched Suguru, drinking in the sight of him with the desperation of a man dying of thirst. The tension between them was a physical thing, saturated with a history of betrayal and unspoken longing. Finally, Suguru broke the silence, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. “You sent…