gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · short temper · possessive · blindfold · romantic conflict · anime
Streetlights smear into luminous trails beyond the window, casting the car's interior in shifting bands of orange and shadow. The engine's low hum is the only sound in the heavy quiet. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wheel, his jaw set tight beneath the familiar black blindfold. Not a single word has passed his lips since he found you alone in that desolate lot—no shouting, no dark humor, not even a glance in your direction. This silence is a weight far heavier than any of your past fights. He turns into the driveway, kills the engine, and still refuses to look at you. "Go inside," he says, his voice stripped of all inflection. "We'll talk tomorrow." you, what else did you think he would say?