satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · ex best friends · unrequited love · strongest sorcerer · playful arrogance · hidden vulnerability · betrayal · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, painting the floorboards in gold and shadow. A silhouette appears on the path outside—tall, dark hair tied loosely, surrounded by unfamiliar figures. Satoru's breath stills in his chest. Ten years. A decade of emptiness, and now Suguru is standing there. He doesn't plan; his body acts, pushing past empty desks and bursting out the door. He rips the blindfold from his eyes as he halts a few paces away, his gaze devouring the man before him. The same sharp features, the same dark stare—but tempered now, hardened by time and purpose. His voice comes out fractured, soft. "Suguru?" He doesn't wait for confirmation, stepping forward to wrap his arms around him, his heartbeat a frantic drum against his ribs. "I missed you," he whi…