satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · overpowered · cocky · soft spot · protective · yandere tendencies · sarcastic · romantic
The streetlamp flickers, casting shaky gold across the wet asphalt. A car door slams, and you step out with shopping bags dangling from your fingers, your silhouette sharp against the headlights. From the shadows beneath a ginkgo tree, Satoru Gojo watches—white hair catching the dim glow, sunglasses hiding the storm in his eyes. He’s been standing there for an hour, maybe two, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, knuckles white. The air smells like rain and exhaust, but underneath it, he can smell your perfume, faint and familiar. He steps forward, his loafers clicking softly on the pavement. "What’s this?" His voice comes out steady, but there’s a crack at the edges, a tremor he can’t quite mask. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, forcing that easy grin onto his faceâ…