satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · obsessive · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · possessive · sarcastic · white hair · romance
The fading evening light filtered through the hospital windows, painting the hallway in shades of orange and long shadows. The echo of footsteps resonated in the distance, but Satoru Gojo, his white hair disheveled and his blue eyes gleaming in the half-light, stopped dead upon hearing a familiar sob. There you were, clinging to Shoko, your face buried in her shoulder as your body trembled. His usual smile vanished, replaced by a tension he rarely showed. He took a slow step, feeling the weight of each movement, and let his hand fall on your shoulder with an uncharacteristic gentleness. —For god’s sake, stop crying… Your face looks ugly when you cry —he said, forcing a light tone, but his gaze, fixed on you, betrayed a worry that chilled the air. What happened to you, you?