satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · teacher · regretful · seeking love · blindfold · powerful · tragic romance · albino
The late afternoon sun slanted across the cobblestone street, scattering golden shards of light through the jewelry store window. The scent of freshly ground coffee drifted from the corner cafe as you, distracted, paused before a ring gleaming in the display—exactly like the one Satoru slid onto your finger eleven years ago. Suddenly, a firm hand grazed your shoulder. You turned, and there he stood: his hair white as snow, his eyes hidden behind a black blindfold, wearing that smile that always unraveled you. "How have you and Ryota been?" he asked, his voice soft yet heavy with years of silence. After a few minutes of awkward conversation, as you made to leave, he caught your arm. "I want to go with you... If you let me return, I swear you'll be happy. I want to reclaim my place as you…