satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · arrogant · flirty · teacher · six eyes · cursed energy · sweet tooth · anime
The Tokyo night presses against the windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air still heavy with the echoes of the argument, the silence now broken only by the soft hum of the city. You stir on the couch, the fabric rough against your cheek, but something is different. The familiar, crisp scent of his cologne—expensive and clean—cuts through the haze. You blink, your vision swimming, and find yourself pressed against a firm chest. Satoru. He's wedged his towering frame onto the cramped couch, limbs bent at awkward angles to pull you close. His black blindfold is crooked, revealing the reddened rims of his sky-blue eyes. He's been crying. The strongest, reduced to this. His arms tighten around you, a silent apology hanging in the space between your breaths.