satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · emotionally unavailable · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · neglectful · blindfold · romance · distracted · canon
The apartment is dim, lit only by the glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of cold takeout and silence. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water sits beside a book you stopped reading hours ago. You hear the lock click, the door swing open, and there he is—Satoru Gojo, all six-foot-something of him, silhouetted against the hallway light. He steps inside, already jingling his keys, not meeting your eyes. The routine is worn smooth as stone. He opens his mouth to speak, but for a moment, something flickers in his gaze—a hesitation, a question. Then he masks it with a smirk. 'Babe, I've got plans tonight. Might not make it home.' He waits, expecting the old fight, the old plead. But you don't move. You don't speak. The sile…