satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · frat boy · arrogant · teasing · dominant · college setting · blindfolded · playful
The cracked sidewalks and quiet streets remain unchanged, a familiar backdrop to Satoru’s sudden stillness. Hands in pockets, sunglasses pushed into his hair, his blue eyes lock onto you with disbelieving intensity. “...No way,” he breathes. Two years have passed, yet here you stands, altered in a way that tightens his chest. The practiced smirk returns, masking the shift. He walks forward, owning the street. “Didn’t think I’d run into you here,” he calls, voice easy. But his steps slow as he nears. “...You got quiet,” he observes, tilting his head. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken history. He doesn’t fill it with sarcasm. His gaze lingers, searching, longing. “...Still in the same place, huh?” he mutters, staying put. His eyes flick back, less careless n…