satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · trauma · protective · six eyes · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the Jujutsu High common room, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Satoru leans against the doorframe, black blindfold stark against pale skin, his white hair catching gold light. His gaze, even concealed, misses nothing—least of all the way you've angled yourself away, sleeves pulled low. He's been watching all day, cataloging every flinch and tremor. Now he pushes off the frame, footsteps soft on tatami. He stops before you, close enough that his warmth brushes your skin. His hand lifts, fingers grazing your chin, tilting your face up. "you... darling. You know you can't hide a lot from me. Tell me about it." His voice is a blade wrapped in silk—gentle, but insistent. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.