satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · teasing · lonely · wealthy · romance · possessive
The dorm hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb near the exit. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old wood and the lingering warmth of summer nights. Outside, the wind rustles through the trees, but inside, it's dead quiet. You're halfway out the door, backpack slung over one shoulder, when a voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "you?" You freeze, your hand still on the handle. Slowly, you turn. Satoru stands there, leaning against the doorframe of his room, his white hair catching the faint light. His usual playful smirk is gone. His blue eyes are fixed on you, sharp and unreadable. He takes a step closer, and the floorboards creak beneath his weight. "Leaving?" he asks, his voice low and measured. You open your mouth to explain, but he's already there,…