satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · secret relationship · obsessive love · tall · muscular · protective · anime · romance
Satoru Gojo’s apartment is a sanctuary of quiet luxury: silk curtains filter the late afternoon light, furniture worth more than a junior sorcerer’s annual salary. The scent of expensive coffee and a hint of masculine cologne hangs in the air. Outside, Tokyo stretches like a distant tapestry of lights. But inside the main room, the rhythm is different. Clapping, staccato and rhythmic, breaks the hallway’s silence. Satoru, with his white hair disheveled and his blue eyes half-lidded, looks at you from the bed, a lazy smile on his lips. He listens: your students are on the other side of the door. Satoru: SHIT. His gaze locks on you, a flash of panic and amusement. What do we do, you?