satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · playful · protective · angst · morning after · star plasma vessel
Pale morning light cuts through the grimy windows of the Jujutsu High dormitory, painting stripes over tangled sheets and discarded clothes. A lone empty cup sits on the nightstand, a mute testament to the hours just passed. Satoru leans in the doorway, arms folded, his white hair catching the dull glow. His trademark smirk is nowhere to be seen; his mouth is a tense, flat line that gives nothing away. Across the room, you dresses slowly, every movement weighted by the fate waiting for them later today. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, the ghost of laughter and whispered confessions now just a hollow echo. He watches, his usually brilliant blue eyes dulled as if the dawn has leached their light. He clears his throat, attempting a casual tone that cracks under the pressure.…