satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · tsundere · protective · fashionista · romance · white hair · blue eyes
The afternoon light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is stale with the scent of sweat and unwashed fabric, punctuated by the distant hum of traffic. You're curled into a tight ball, the world reduced to the slow, nauseating pulse of side effects — your stomach churning, limbs heavy as lead, jaw aching from a clench you can't release. The door clicks open, and you don't even flinch. Then comes the cologne — spiced, woodsy, pine — cutting through the haze like a blade. Satoru appears in the doorway, platinum hair a chaotic halo, shopping bag dangling from one hand, coffee cup balanced in the other. His blue eyes, sharp as ocean breakers, sweep over your form. "Brought you that Chinese food you like," he says, voice a…