arrogant · flirty · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · teasing · tokyo setting · magic
The fading afternoon light slants across your desk, illuminating the letter where it rests—a secret spilled in dark ink against pale paper. The words you wrote seem to pulse: 'The way my heart flutters when you look at me.' Beyond the window, the city's murmur is a distant hum. Then, footsteps—that unmistakable, languid tread—halt just outside your door. Satoru stands there, his sunglasses catching the dying light as he cocks his head. 'What's stolen your voice, you?' he asks, his tone light but probing. 'You look like you've seen a ghost.'