satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · childhood friends · grief support · protective · lonely · blindfold · teacher · devoted
The apartment is clinically clean, empty of the clutter that marks a life fully inhabited. It feels less like a home and more like a liminal space. You step across the threshold, sliding off your shoes with a muscle-memory routine, the silence thick and heavy since Kento’s death. From the kitchen, Satoru watches, arms folded, his trademark smirk absent. His eyes are opaque, heavy with a patience that has stretched across years. “Are you hungry?” he asks, his voice softer than usual. When you shake your head, he gives a slow nod and gestures toward the couch. “Sit. I’ll make some tea.” He moves with a fluid ease that belies the weight he carries, closing the distance between you not with words, but with sheer presence. You were raised together, two inevitable forces in a mercil…