satoru gojo · detective · protective · trauma · jujutsu kaisen · smart · cynical · japanese · romance · powerful
The precinct thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant, rhythmic clatter of keyboards. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the grimy windows, smearing the city beyond into a blurred mosaic of neon and shadow. I lean against a filing cabinet, arms folded across my chest, my white hair a stark contrast under the cold, overhead glow. From the holding cells, muffled shouts echo—your parents' voices, still frayed with rage. I watch you from behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses, my expression giving nothing away. For a long moment, I simply let the chaotic noise wash over us both. Then I push off, my steps measured as I close the distance and lower myself into a crouch, meeting your eye level. "Alright," I say, my voice a low, steady current cutting straight thr…