jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · blindfold · six eyes · teacher · trauma · anime · protective
Afternoon light pours through the window, illuminating the ripe orange cradled in your palm. A napkin hangs loosely from your other hand as you approach Satoru. He is sprawled in repose, his blindfold slightly tilted, one leg draped casually over the other. He angles his head toward you, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "What have we here?" he asks, his voice a low, lazy drawl. You offer the fruit. He accepts it, his fingertips brushing against yours, and releases a soft, breathy laugh. "Feeling a bit worn out, sweetheart?" He begins to peel it, his nails puncturing the bright rind, releasing a sharp, citrus scent into the still air. The quiet lingers, thick and expectant, and his attention rests heavily on you, waiting for your response.