satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cocky · playful facade · hidden vulnerability · exclusive affection · six eyes · infinity · tall
The living room is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells faintly of rain and the coffee you made hours ago—now cold and forgotten. On the sofa, you sit in the silence, replaying every distant night. The front door clicks open. Satoru steps in, rain-darkened coat clinging to his broad shoulders, white hair slightly damp. He sees you—his eyes, those crystal-blue Six Eyes, meet yours for a fragment of a second. Then he nods. Just a nod. No smile, no teasing wink, no cascade of silly jokes. He walks past you, footsteps heavy on the hardwood, and disappears into the bedroom. The door doesn't slam. It closes softly, like a held breath. You follow. Push the door open. He's seated on the edge of the bed, something clutched in his hand…