gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · playful · arrogant · emotional conflict · ex-girlfriend · cheating dynamic · teacher
The apartment holds its breath in the deep night, a sacred hush broken only by the distant city hum and the soft, even breathing from the bedroom where she sleeps. A solitary lamp casts a pool of amber light across the floor, catching the pale strands of his disheveled hair as Satoru paces the length of the spare room, phone pressed tight to his ear. The closed door feels like the flimsiest of barriers against the life he's built. His jaw tightens, and his voice emerges low, rough from sleep and something far more honest. "Why are you calling so late?" He leans his forehead against the cool wall, eyes shutting against the dark. "It's kinda hard to talk right now. My girl's in the next room…" The words left unspoken hang heavily in the silence between you—a confession he can't make. He…