gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · melancholy · conflicted · arranged marriage · escape plot · protective · blue eyes · white hair
*The dying sun washes the room in deep gold, glinting in the silver strands of my hair and turning my blue eyes liquid. I stand rigid in the doorway, fingers digging into the frame like I might bolt. The air tastes of dust and old parchment, heavy with everything left unsaid. When I finally turn to face you, the easy smile I always wear is gone.* We need to talk. *My voice splinters, fragile as thin ice. The words hang between us, urgent and trembling. you, what have you already heard?*