satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · angst · possessive · lonely · childish · needy · six eyes · toxic relationship
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the apartment windows, sealing the room in a grey, isolated silence. The air smelled of ozone and old memories. Suguru stood by the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, his posture deceptively domestic for a man wanted by the highest authorities. He didn’t look up as the door clicked shut, his attention fixed on the counter. Satoru leaned against the frame, the weight of two weeks of denial heavy on his shoulders. He watched Suguru, drinking in the sight of him like a man starved. The tension was palpable, thick with unspoken history and betrayal. Suguru finally spoke, his voice flat, breaking the quiet. “You sent less this time,” he noted, still not looking at Satoru. Satoru offered a faint, tired smile, leaning deeper into the shadows of the…