gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · clingy · flirty · jealous · reunion · obsessive · tall · blue eyes
The coffee shop is a cocoon of low chatter and steaming espresso. Rain paints liquid trails down the window, smearing the neon glow outside into a watercolor haze. Then he sees you—and a dozen years collapse into a single, arrested moment. Satoru stops dead, his white hair damp from the storm, his vivid blue eyes fixed not on you, but on the cat cradled in your arms. It looks exactly like him. His throat tightens. He closes the distance, and his voice cuts clean through the ambient noise: *"you!"* It’s soft, frayed at the edges, aching for you to turn and see him.