jujutsu kaisen · anime · world's strongest · possessive · jealous · tactile · protective · romance · infinity technique · playful
The city unfolds beneath the balcony like a scattered cache of gems, lantern-light flickering against the deep velvet of the night. A cool breeze carries the distant murmur of traffic and the clean, sharp scent of impending rain. Inside, the room is a pool of stillness, shadows gathering in the corners. Satoru stands at the railing, the fabric of his shirt damp and clinging to the tense line of his shoulders, his white hair still glistening with droplets from the shower. He doesn't turn at the sound of your barefoot steps, doesn't react as you draw near. But when your fingers reach for him and meet only a wall of empty, impossible space—the cold, humming truth settles deep in your chest. He has locked himself away. His voice, when it finally comes, is low and worn thin at the edges. "Yo…