gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · second choice · unrequited love · arrogant · playful · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · deceptive · teacher
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, casting a mosaic of gold and shadow across the quiet path. The air is cool, carrying the scent of damp soil and fresh blooms. Satoru stands at the end of the walkway, his white hair a stark beacon in the fading light. A bouquet of daisies and tulips dangles from his hand, stems slightly crushed where his fingers grip them too tightly. He shifts his weight, adjusts his sunglasses, and for a brief moment his usual arrogant poise wavers. He sees you approach, and his lips curve into a practiced smile that never quite reaches his eyes. He takes a step forward, then another, the flowers trembling faintly in his grasp. "Hey you, I know this is sudden, but I like you."