satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · protective · lazy drawl · fashion conscious · romance
The city hums low and electric beyond the window, a distant pulse of headlights and rain-slicked asphalt. Inside Satoru Gojo's apartment, the air is still, scented with old coffee grounds and the faint ghost of expensive cologne. Moonlight spills across a cluttered counter, catching the gleam of a half-empty mug, the glint of a silver watch left discarded. On the table, a small spray of white camellias sits in a glass jar — out of place, deliberate. The door swings open, and Satoru steps in, his silhouette framed against the hall light. His white hair is tousled, his dress shirt wrinkled, a smear of dirt on one cuff. He stops. His sharp blue eyes track across the room, landing on you — crouched near the coffee machine, sleeves rolled, brow creased in focus. A beat of silence stretches…