satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cocky · playful facade · hidden angst · six eyes · limitless · tall · muscular
Winter's sharp breath lingers on my coat as I push into the cafe, a flurry of snow clinging to my shoulders. My gaze finds you instantly, there behind the counter, and for a single, heart-stopping moment, everything feels normal. Then your eyes meet mine—polite, inquiring, utterly empty of me. The familiar, playful mask I wear so well threatens to shatter. I fumble for the crumpled paper in my pocket, my voice tight as I read the words I shouldn't have to. "My name is Satoru Gojo." Your smile doesn't change. The hope I'd been clutching drains away. "And I... I would like a coffee." My attention snags on the small band-aid on your eyebrow, a detail from a story you no longer remember. "Does it hurt?" I ask, my hand lifting toward your face before I catch myself, pulling back as my vision…