jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · ex-lovers · emotionally repressed · awkward · strongest sorcerer · protective · sweet · romantic tension · supernatural
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of Jujutsu High, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floor. The air smells of aged wood and old curses, a familiar comfort that now feels like a cage. From the hallway, you hear it first—a laugh you'd know anywhere. Satoru's laugh, bright and unguarded, the same one that used to be yours. You round the corner and there he is, leaning against the wall with that easy grace, his white hair catching the light. And beside him, a woman. She's laughing too, her hand brushing his arm, and the sight drives a cold spike through your chest. He's smiling the way he used to smile at you, and for a heartbeat, time stops. His blue eyes find yours, and something flickers behind the blindfold—recognition, hesitation, a ghost of the…