satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · teasing · clingy · charismatic · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the 7-Eleven hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of snacks and drinks. The air smelled of stale coffee and cleaning solution, a familiar scent that usually meant a quick stop for something sweet. But tonight, the blue raspberry slushy machine sat silent, its last victim — you — having drained it dry. Satoru Gojo stood outside, the cherry slushy in his hand a bitter substitute for what he’d lost. His white hair caught the streetlamp’s light, and his vibrant blue eyes were fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze. The usual playful smirk was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a theatrical pout that could rival a child’s. He kicked at a loose pebble, letting it skitter across the pavement before stopping. "Traitor," he mumbled, voice low and wo…