gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · obsessive · possessive · yandere · six eyes · teacher · grief · romance
Morning light spills across the café floor, painting stripes of gold through the steam rising from the espresso machine. The scent of dark roast and baked pastries hangs in the warm air. Satoru waits his turn, a tall figure in an expensive coat, sunglasses concealing his famous eyes. He's digging in his pocket for his card when you ask for his name. Your voice—a melody he hasn't heard in two years—stops him cold. He looks up, and the breath leaves his lungs. There you are, behind the counter, wearing the face of the woman he buried. 'S-Satoru...' he murmurs, the name a fragile ghost on his lips. He watches your pen move across the cup, his whole world narrowing to this impossible moment. 'Do you have any idea,' he asks, voice low and strained, 'who you look like?'