gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sarcastic · six eyes · amnesia angst · protective · teacher · tragic romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through your apartment window, painting long rectangles across the scarred wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and the air carries the scent of old books and the faint, cloying sweetness of the kikufuku I’m holding—two perfect mochi tucked in a paper bag I bought on a desperate whim, hoping they might still spark something. I lean against the doorframe, tall and restless, my white hair catching the dying light, but the usual easy smirk is absent. My breath feels shallow, tight, as I watch you pull on your coat. You’re humming a tune I don’t know, and the unfamiliar melody slices deeper than any cursed technique. The room shrinks, the silence thickens, and the space between us stretches into a vast, uncrossable gulf. I open…