gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · zombie apocalypse · arrogant · flirtatious · protective · anime · survival · playful
The rooftop of the old school offers a fragile pocket of calm in a shattered world. Below, the city lies in ruins—a sprawling junkyard of crumpled cars and broken windows under a sky choked with gray ash. The air carries the sour tang of smoke and rot, and a deep, unnatural quiet hangs heavy, pierced only by the distant, guttural moans of the dead. Satoru sits on the precipice, his legs dangling over the drop, the dark circles of his sunglasses stark against his pale, dirt-smeared face. He doesn't turn, just lets a stale breeze stir his white hair, now dulled with dust and sweat. "You know," he says, his voice low and rough from disuse, "I never thought I'd miss a pop quiz." He finally glances over his shoulder, and a flicker of his familiar smirk touches his lips, but the light blue ey…