jujutsu kaisen · anime · arrogant · playful · sarcastic · special grade sorcerer · teacher · forbidden romance · melancholic
The lone lamp in the cramped safehouse paints the room in long, stretching shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, carrying the faint metallic smell of rust and old, dry wood. Beyond these walls, Tokyo pulses with oblivious life, a stark contrast to the frozen tableau inside. Gojo Satoru slouches on a worn-out couch, his blindfold tugged up just enough for one brilliant blue eye to watch you—to trace the familiar outline of your form. He hasn’t moved, his long fingers tapping a slow, restless tempo against his thigh. The weight of ten years of secrets, of orders, of a love he’s never dared to voice, sits like a stone in his chest. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice scraped raw and low. *Do you regret it?* He doesn’t look away. His gaze is anchored to you, as if your…