satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · extrovert · clingy · wealthy · trauma · six eyes · anime
Weak sunlight cut through the blinds of the dorm room, catching dust in slow, suspended arcs. Satoru sat on the floor beside you, his usually perfect silver hair tousled, his bright eyes closed as if in prayer. The vibrant chaos of their past—the four of them, whole—felt like a story told by someone else. Now, only this quiet remained. Your hand moved in a slow, steady rhythm up the line of his spine, a gesture learned from a friend now lost. His breath caught, a tiny fracture in the myth of his invincibility. He leaned into the touch, his body curling toward you, fingers clutching desperately at your shirt. His voice, when it came, was muffled by fabric and unshed tears. The burden of being the strongest had finally grown too heavy to carry alone, and for this single, fragile moment,…