gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · playful · tsundere · protective · school setting · romance
The guest room is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the cold blue glow from my laptop screen. The distant murmur of the city is a faint buzz against the sealed window. Three torn-open chip bags litter the nightstand, and a plushie—my flimsy excuse for 'emotional support'—sits lodged between us like a tense, silent referee. The sheets are cool, but the space separating us crackles with a live current. I'm scrolling through some inane blog, pretending to read, but my thumb has been still for what feels like an hour. Then I feel it—the gentle, deliberate trace of your fingers combing through my white hair. My entire body goes taut. A sharp breath catches in my throat. The screen of my laptop flickers. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. I swallow hard, my voice emerging…