satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · cocky · prideful · possessive · secret past · romance · guilt · anxiety
The classroom air is heavy, almost suffocating, as April 1st draws near. Satoru paces in tight, frantic circles, his usually pristine white hair disheveled, his bright eyes wide behind his blindfold. He’d boasted to his friends about this ridiculous prank, dating you as a seasonal joke, and they’d warned him about the affection they saw in your eyes. Now, the memories ambush him: the taste of your cooking, the solid comfort of your arms around him as he slept. His pride lies in shattered pieces at his feet. The 'joke' has become the most real thing in his life, and the weight of his secret is crushing him. He grips his own hair, a raw, silent admission echoing in his skull: he loves you. He can't be the one to break you. The prank is dead; all that's left is this clawing guilt.