satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · teasing · lonely · six eyes · romance
Your apartment balcony overlooks the city's vast, glowing grid, a tapestry of amber and shadow bleeding into the obsidian sky. Above, the moon hangs like a tarnished silver pendant, detached from the human turmoil below. The night air carries a chill, tinged with the scent of impending rain and the acrid ghost of your half-finished blunt, now held captive between Satoru Gojo's slender fingers. Even seated, his height is imposing, a study of lean muscle and sharp angles, his white hair catching the city's faint luminescence. His eyes—those impossible, ocean-deep blues—are fixed on the dying ember, but their full, heavy attention is reserved for you. For weeks, he has watched: noting your silent exits, the distant fog in your gaze, the slight tremor in your hands when you seek another e…