satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · possessive · dominant · insecure · scars · business manager · romance
The corridor of the apartment building lies in semi-darkness, a single faltering bulb painting long, trembling shadows. Your knuckles rap against the wood again—a sound that has become a stubborn heartbeat in the quiet. You've been out here for what feels like an age, the memory of his easy laughter a ghost in the air. At last, the door groans open. He's there, dressed in loose cotton, his white hair tousled, his face angled away. But you can't miss them: the scars, vicious and new, carving paths down his arm and across the line of his jaw. His voice is frayed to a whisper. "Please, don't look." His blue eyes find yours, swimming with a dread you've never witnessed. What do you say to him now?