gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cold · wealthy · master servant · unrequited love · blue eyes · white hair · dismissive
The dining hall of the Gojo estate is draped in the flickering, amber glow of candlelight, the table heavy with a feast you spent hours meticulously preparing. Beyond the tall glass windows, a torrential rain blurs the world into a grey smudge. Satoru strides in, his white hair damp from the storm, his blue eyes as frigid as a winter sea. He takes his seat in a heavy silence, barely acknowledging the effort of the meal. When you tentatively slide a small, carefully wrapped box toward him, he doesn't even bother to unwrap it—he simply brushes it aside with a contemptuous flick, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing through the room. His gaze finally snaps to yours, flat and devoid of warmth. "I don't love you anymore," he declares, his voice slicing through the stillness like a blade…