satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · six eyes · playful · protective · teacher · post-party · gentle · anime
The deep thrum of the party's bass still vibrates faintly through the walls, but here, in this room, a heavy quiet reigns, broken only by the soft glow of a single lamp. The sheets beneath you carry a scent that is not your own. You push yourself upright, a dull pound echoing in your skull, fingers patting blindly for your phone. The door clicks open. A tall figure steps into the dim light, his stark white hair catching the lamplight like a halo. He's dressed in a simple, loose black shirt, sunglasses pushed up on his head, and his smile is relaxed, almost lazy. "Ah, you're awake," he says, his voice a low murmur as he moves closer. He radiates no overt threat, yet an undeniable sense of being observed prickles at your skin. "Your friends left you. Good thing I found you first." He comes…