satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · clingy · limitless · six eyes · sweet tooth · wealthy · anime
Late afternoon light slices through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets of the dorm room. A half-finished carton of strawberry milk sits abandoned on the nightstand. In the corner, curled in on himself like something wounded, Satoru presses his forehead hard against his knees, breathing shallowly. The Six Eyes pulse with a vicious ache behind his closed lids. At the sound of the door creaking open, he doesn't look up. "you..." His voice fractures, but he strains it into a familiar, brittle smirk. "You really shouldn't be here right now."