satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · toxic relationship · arrogant · playful · blindfold · action oriented · romance · supernatural
The apartment lies in ruin—cushions gutted, glass glittering like frost on the floorboards, the air still vibrating with the echoes of a screaming match now fallen silent. A blade of moonlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, catching the stark white of Satoru's hair and the dark band over his eyes as he stands rigid by the door, his shoulders rising and falling with each controlled breath. He watches you force another handful of clothes into a bag, each frantic motion a fresh twist of the knife. His jaw locks, a tendon jumping along his cheek. Then, with a slow, deliberate intensity, he advances. His hand lashes out, fingers closing like a manacle around their wrist. 'And where do you think you're going, *babe*?' The endearment is syrup-sweet and poisoned. He hauls them against hi…