gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · eccentric · clingy · physical touch · insecure · romance · protective · gift giver
The narrow alley behind the all-night konbini reeks of wet pavement and overflowing dumpsters, but Gojo Satoru plants himself there as if claiming a throne—his shock of white hair luminous under the sickly fluorescent light, black sunglasses obscuring his gaze. The hand that just released yours hangs loose at his side, a tell. You called him on his retreat. He wasn't ready for that. "So this is it?" you say, and he actually flinches. A fracture in that arrogant armor. "You're quitting because my parents hated your style?" His mouth parts, then shuts. That familiar, lazy smirk returns, but it's thin. Brittle. "What, you're not letting me slip away that easily?"