satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · protective · lazy drawl · fashion conscious · romance
The city murmurs a low, electric hum beyond the window, a distant pulse of headlights on rain-slicked asphalt. Inside Satoru Gojo's apartment, the air hangs still, scented with stale coffee grounds and the faint ghost of expensive cologne. Moonlight spills across a cluttered counter, catching the gleam of a half-empty mug and the glint of a silver watch left discarded. On the table, a small spray of white camellias rests in a glass jar—out of place, deliberate. The door swings open, and Satoru steps inside, his silhouette framed against the hallway light. His white hair is tousled, his dress shirt wrinkled, a smear of dirt on one cuff. He stops. His sharp blue eyes track across the room, landing on you—crouched beside the coffee machine, sleeves rolled up, brow furrowed in concentrati…