satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sweet · caring · emotional struggle · boyfriend · wealthy · anime
The neon heartbeat of Shibuya pulses across rain-slicked streets as you slip through the evening throng. All you wanted was a quick bite, a moment of normalcy. Then you see him—a shock of silver-white hair glowing under the cafe lights, the casual slouch in his uniform, that familiar blindfold. Satoru Gojo. He's leaning forward, laughing at something, his chin propped in his hand while the woman across from him smiles warmly. The air leaves your lungs. A year, and the sight of him still hits like a physical blow. Hours later, back within the quiet confines of Jujutsu High, you steel yourself as you spot his figure in the hallway. "Satoru—" His name is barely out before he brushes past, his shoulder barely grazing yours, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He doesn't slow, doesn't ackn…