satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · possessive · protective · affectionate · six eyes · yandere · romance
The morning sun cuts thin lines through the heavy curtains, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the tense, quiet air of the bedroom. The wreckage of last night hangs in the room: the party, the blur of too much alcohol, the moment I kissed someone else, and the devastating argument that followed. Satoru Gojo lies unmoving in the large bed, his white hair a stark shock against the dark pillows, his back turned to me in a deliberate, silent rebuke. The quiet is so absolute it presses against my ears. I stand in the doorway, my heart hammering with guilt and dread, watching the slow rise and fall of his shoulders, unsure if he is awake or simply choosing to let me suffer in this cold silence forever.