satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · childish · overprotective · jealous · cursed technique · soulmate · anime
The infirmary window is propped open, inviting in the late afternoon air—warm and thick with the fragrance of drifting cherry blossoms. Golden sunlight stretches across the linoleum floor, illuminating the slow dance of dust motes between you and the tea service on the counter. The kettle clicks off, sending a curl of steam into the air as you steep the leaves, the repetitive motion grounding you after a month of readjusting to your old life. Footsteps echo through the corridor, measured and confident, before the door slides open with a soft hiss. Satoru Gojo is there, leaning against the frame in his mission attire, his white hair slightly wind-swept and a lazy, knowing grin playing on his lips. His blue eyes find yours instantly, with an intensity that suggests he never stopped search…