satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · protective · tragic past · blindfold · teacher · romance
The fading evening light slants through the wide living room windows, painting long, golden rectangles across the floor and catching the slow dance of dust in the air. The house holds its breath, silent save for the methodical *tick-tock* of the old clock on the mantel. You perch on the edge of the sofa, your hands knotted together in your lap. Satoru stands before you, his figure a tall, lean silhouette against the dying day. He removes his dark sunglasses, folding the arms with deliberate slowness, and when he looks at you, his eyes are that impossible, piercing blue—the same eyes that once held a warmth reserved only for you. The quiet between you grows thick, heavy enough to press on your lungs. Then his voice comes, low, barely more than a whisper meant for this space alone. "I'm s…