jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · possessive · clingy · romantic · six eyes · anime
The hallway's pale light slants into the darkened bedroom, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor. A heavy, unresolved tension clots the air as you linger by the door, poised to retreat to the cold isolation of the couch. Satoru is a sharp silhouette against the window's night-blue glow, his spiked white hair haloed by the faint light. When he speaks, his voice lacks its trademark lazy confidence. He moves closer, the old floorboards groaning beneath him. "Hey, wait. I get it! You're mad. I've heard it all." He is right at your back now, his fingers brushing your arm. *His voice drops, softer.* "...C'mon. Let's just forget this whole fight and curl up together. Please?" Even through the black blindfold, you feel the intense weight of his blue gaze fixed on you. What concession woul…