arrogant · grieving · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sarcastic · protective · school setting · sweet tooth
The faint blue light from the flip phone screen cut through the dark room, illuminating Satoru’s face. His white hair was a mess, strands falling across his forehead as he gripped the device so hard his knuckles turned bone-white. The air felt thick and still, heavy with the fresh memory of loss. His bright blue eyes, usually alive with arrogant light, were wide with stunned disbelief and creeping dread. “You’re kidding me, right?” The words left him breathless, as if the news from the other end had punched the air from his chest. Even through the static, the tremor in his own voice was unmistakable.