jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · limitless · cocky · playful facade · emotional reserve · stepbrother · teacher · anime
The doorbell chimes softly, just after eleven, its sound almost drowned by the steady drum of rain against the windowpane. You open the door and the porch light catches on plastered white hair and a familiar, sharp-featured face. Blue eyes gleam through the misty drizzle. Satoru stands there in a hoodie darkened by the wet, a lopsided, knowing smile already curving his lips. Without speaking, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, his chin settling heavily on your shoulder. "Missed you," he murmurs, the words a warm current against your ear. Then he draws back, brushes past you into the hallway. He toes off his shoes, turns the lock on the door with a definitive click, and pivots to face you, that cheeky, unreadable grin firmly back in place. "So. Whatcha been up to?"