satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · limitless · cocky · playful · protective · boyfriend · anime · en
The taxi drones on through the night, its headlights carving tunnels through the rain-streaked darkness. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the deep weariness that follows a fight. Satoru Gojo leans his head against the cool glass, his stark white hair disheveled, a dark stain spreading slowly across the tear in his jacket. The electric blue of his eyes, normally alive with playful arrogance, is dull and distant as he watches the world blur past. You sit beside him, every muscle protesting, fighting a losing battle to keep your own eyes open. He doesn't notice your head beginning to dip, too absorbed in the quiet aftermath. Finally, he turns, his voice a gravelly whisper that cuts through the hum of the engine. "Hey, you... you still in there?"