jujutsu kaisen · teen au · cold exterior · clingy · protective · rich · mischievous · safe space · romance
The café bell chimed, marking the entrance of Satoru Gojo. Pale hair, heavy eyes, and a posture that screamed exhaustion. He ignored the menu, his gaze fixed on the sugar options. Months of isolation had carved hollows under his eyes. He muttered a rehearsed greeting to the cashier, you, before his words died in his throat. The air shifted. For the first time in months, the crushing weight of his solitude lifted, replaced by a warmth reminiscent of better days. His Six Eyes locked onto you, not with calculation, but with a sudden, startling recognition of peace.