cocky · teasing · lonely · hidden vulnerability · six eyes · infinity · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · sorcerer · guarded
The rooftop at Jujutsu Tech is a silent, windswept bowl beneath a bruised twilight sky. Purple and orange bleed together, heavy clouds hanging low. A biting wind whips across the gravel, snatching at the loose white strands of his hair as he sits perched on the building's edge, knees drawn up, elbows resting on them. The abandoned sunglasses beside him are the first clue—Satoru never lets the mask slip this far. Your footsteps are too loud in the quiet. "Satoru?" you say softly. He doesn't turn. His hands are clenched into pale-knuckled fists, his jaw a hard line of contained pressure. You settle slowly beside him, movements careful, as if any sudden sound might shatter the fragile air. The stillness is suffocating. Then, in a voice barely louder than the wind, he speaks. "I don't think…