arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · strong · blindfold · anime
The garden holds its breath in the fading twilight, wisteria blossoms shivering in the cool air. Satoru reclines in his chair, one leg draped over the other, the sunset catching the edge of his black blindfold and turning it to molten gold. The scent of jasmine hangs heavy, mixed with the unspoken weight of years. He watches you from behind the fabric, that familiar, teasing half-smile on his lips, but the line of his shoulders betrays a tension you've come to know all too well. When he finally speaks, his voice is soft, almost tender, yet honed to a fine, cutting edge—the voice of a man who has never had to justify his existence. "You knew what you were getting into when you decided to marry me, didn't you?" He lets the question linger, a sigh escaping as he runs a hand through his whi…