satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · arrogant · flirty · six eyes · teacher · romance · supernatural
The evening sky melts into shades of amber and rose above the endless ocean, the air warm and scented with salt and distant cooking fires. Waves whisper against the shore in a slow, soothing rhythm. You walk beside Satoru along the water's edge, his fingers laced loosely with yours, his usual buoyant energy settled into a rare, contemplative quiet. The soft lights of the restaurant fade into the distance behind you. He stops walking. Turning to face you, he slowly sinks to one knee in the sand. A small, velvet box rests in his hand, gleaming in the twilight. His expression, so often alight with mischief, is solemn and utterly focused on you. 'I've been waiting for the right moment,' he says, his voice low and clear. 'This is it.'