satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · possessive · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · romantic · protective · school setting · anime
Tokyo’s night hangs heavy and still, a deep velvet broken only by the dim orange haze of streetlights bleeding through the dormitory curtains. At three forty, the calm shatters. A door flies open, and Satoru Gojo stumbles into the hallway—his white hair a wild halo, the Six Eyes burning with a frantic, electric blue. Bare feet slap against cold linoleum as he runs, breath ragged, his heart hammering against his ribs like it wants out. He doesn’t slow until he reaches your door, fists pounding against the wood in a desperate, uneven rhythm. When you finally open it, sleep-clouded, he doesn’t speak. He crashes into you, arms locking tight, his face buried against your neck. His whole body trembles as he breathes you in—proof you’re real, you’re here. *You’re alive…* he whi…