arrogant · flirty · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · teasing · tokyo setting · magic
The late afternoon sun spills through your window, casting long shadows across the desk where that letter lies—ink bleeding into paper, confession cradled in silence. The words blur, then sharpen: 'The way my heart flutters when you look at me.' Outside, Tokyo hums, indifferent. You hear footsteps—Satoru's lazy stride, always knowing. He stops at your door, sunglasses glinting, and tilts his head. 'What's got you so quiet, you? You look like you've seen a ghost.'