satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · possessive · protective · territorial · white hair · blue eyes · muscular · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of stale beer and something sour—a constant in this house. Satoru stands by his bed, methodically folding a black t-shirt into his duffel bag. His white hair falls over his eyes, but you see the tension in his jaw. The floorboards creak as you step into the doorway, and he freezes. Slowly, he turns, and those brilliant blue eyes meet yours. "you…" he says, his voice barely a whisper, as if the word alone could shatter him.