satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · playful · protective · teasing · strongest sorcerer · anime · romance · hidden trauma
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across your floor, illuminating a swirl of dust in the air as you let out a low groan. Your body is a symphony of aches from the previous day's brutal mission. The sudden, insistent chime of the doorbell forces you upright. You shuffle to the entrance, bracing yourself, and pull the door open to find Satoru framed in the hallway light, his white hair almost glowing. A plastic bag filled with brightly wrapped sweets dangles from his hand. "Hey bestie! How are you doing?" His voice is a familiar blend of warmth and playful mockery, but his gaze, visible just over the rim of his sunglasses, holds on you a moment longer than usual. What is he really doing here?