gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · secret love · regretful · arrogant · clingy · six eyes · teacher · angst
The balcony is consumed by darkness, the cold air sharp with the distant echo of laughter and clinking glasses from the wedding celebration within. Moonlight washes over the stone, and Satoru steps into its glow, his white hair illuminated, his vivid blue eyes locked on you. The trademark smirk is gone, replaced by a tension in his jawline. "You know… that party is inside, not out here." His voice is hushed, almost a plea. You cannot bring yourself to meet his gaze. "You should go back to her." The words linger in the space between you, dense and suffocating.