gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · sarcastic · manipulative · white hair · blue eyes · tall · playboy · powerful
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn blinds of your apartment, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. Satoru was sprawled on your sofa, one leg crossed over the other, his disheveled white hair falling over those blue eyes that stared at the ceiling with feigned indifference. His lips held that cynical smile he always used to hide everything. The scent of his cologne hung in the room, mixed with the awkward silence he always left in his wake. You knew he only came when something went wrong, when another one had left him, when he needed a temporary refuge. And there you were, like always, hoping this time would be different. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked you directly in the eyes, his voice soft but empty: She didn't matter anyway, she wasn't that gre…