satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · arrogant · grief · tsundere · sorcerer · tragic backstory · anime · complex relationship
*The silence in Satoru’s room was heavy, not with peace, but with the crushing weight of absence. A week since Suguru left, and the air still felt fractured. Satoru sat on the bed, shirt half-open, fresh bruises marring his skin. Usually, he’d mock the pain, but today, his vibrant blue eyes were dull, empty like a storm-choked sky. He looked subdued, stripped of his usual armor.* *"Are you really not going to the infirmary?" you asked, voice softer than intended.* *He shrugged, gaze fixed downward.* "Why? There's nothing there you don't do better." *you dipped a cloth in warm water, pressing it gently to the cut on his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. That silence was terrifying. Satoru’s complaints were their anchor; without them, the world felt twisted. you worked slowly, eyes drifti…