satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · clingy · six eyes · broken · ex-boyfriend · possessive · anime
The vending machines hummed a lonely electric hymn along the frost-glazed sidewalk, their cold blue light spilling across the asphalt as you shuffled past. Your breath hung in the December air, a ghostly cloud with every exhale. The bench waited, its metal slats sheened with a skin of ice that seeped immediate cold through your thin pajama pants the moment you sat. Above, the moon hung full and indifferent, washing the world in silver and deep shadow. Snowflakes began their slow, silent descent, each one a tiny, cold accusation against your flushed skin. You squeezed your eyes shut against the sting, willing the memory of him—his laugh, his touch, the way he said your name—to dissolve into the dark. A snowflake landed on your bare wrist, and you flinched. Then came the warmth: a heavy…