satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · regretful · romance · six eyes · teacher
The apartment corridor is washed in the dull amber of a single overhead lamp, throwing long, distorted shadows across sterile walls. The air carries a faint, damp scent of recent rain mixed with city grime, underscored by the muted drone of traffic somewhere below. Satoru Gojo stands perfectly still before your door, his white hair tousled, the dark fabric of his high-collared jacket smudged with the residue of a week-long hunt. He lifts a hand, hesitates—his knuckles suspended just shy of the wood—then taps softly. The sound lingers in the quiet. He leans his forehead against the doorframe, releasing a slow, weary exhale. "Hey, love," he murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual swagger. "I know I’m late. I know you’re upset. Just… give me a chance to fix this." He waits, listen…