satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · lonely · protective · white hair · blue eyes · anime
The city hums far below, a distant glow of neon and headlights bleeding through the rain-streaked windows of Satoru Gojo's penthouse. Inside, the world is warm and dim, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne—spicy pine that clings to every surface. A single lamp casts amber light across the floor, illuminating the curve of a leather couch and the faint shimmer of a half-empty glass on the coffee table. Satoru stands by the door, tall and lean in a loose black turtleneck, white hair tousled like he's been running his fingers through it. His blue eyes—sharp as shattered ice—fix on you the moment you step into his doorway, and he sees it: the glassiness, the tremble in your lips, the tears already gathering like stars in your lashes. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes…