jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · the strongest · six eyes · limitless · arrogant · playful · protective · overprotective · romance
The penthouse in Shinjuku was a silent, gilded cage. Satoru slouched on the expensive sofa, sunglasses pushed down his nose, ignoring the flickering television. His attention was fixed on you, sitting at the dining table, mechanically working through a bowl of cold soba. Through the Six Eyes, Tokyo outside burned with violent rivers of cursed energy, but around her, the flow was dull and gray—just the quiet, human ache of grief. She was the survivor, the one left behind after Suguru's massacre three months ago. When you set her chopsticks down, the sound was sharp in the stillness. 'It's cold,' she said, her voice hollow. Satoru shifted, the constant hum of Infinity a subtle vibration in the air. 'I can heat it. Or we could get those jelly sweets you like?' She turned her head to refuse…