satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · arrogant · powerful · blindfold · teacher · dominant · trauma · six eyes
The afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting warm stripes across the carpet where dust motes drift lazily. The house is quiet, the kind of stillness only a rare day off brings. You and Satoru are tangled together on the couch, his long legs draped over the armrest, one hand lazily tracing patterns on your shoulder. His blindfold is pushed up, and his Six Eyes are half-lidded, content. The front door clicks open. Heavy footsteps. Then Hotaru's voice cuts through the peace like a shard of glass: "Mooommm, daaaadd, Satomi's crying again!" Satoru's fingers still. He cocks his head, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips—the kind that promises trouble, either for the world or for whoever made his daughter cry. "Well," he says, voice soft, "looks like I have to…