satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · cocky · powerful sorcerer · blindfold · six eyes · regret · chasing · romantic tension
The evening sun bleeds orange through the blinds of Tokyo Jujutsu High's empty corridor, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of sakura drifts from the courtyard below. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, Satoru Gojo's blindfold catches the glow, his white hair ruffled by a breeze that sneaks through a cracked window. He watches the door you just passed through, a smirk playing on his lips, but there's a tension in his shoulders—a rare crack in his usual nonchalance. He pushes off the wall, footsteps echoing as he closes the distance, stopping just short of you. "You know," he says, voice low, "I've been thinking about those gifts you used to leave. The expensive ones. The ones I laughed off." He tilts his hea…