jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · ex-lovers · emotionally repressed · awkward · strongest sorcerer · protective · sweet · romantic tension · supernatural
The amber glow of late afternoon slants through the tall, dusty windows of Jujutsu High, painting long, narrow rectangles across the worn wooden floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and lingering spiritual energy, a once-comforting aroma that now feels stifling. From down the hall, a sound stops you cold—a laugh, bright and unburdened, one you'd recognize in any crowd. Satoru's laugh. The one that used to be yours alone. You peer around the corner and there he is, leaning against the wall with that effortless, predatory grace, his white hair glowing in the slanted light. And beside him, a woman. She's laughing too, her hand resting lightly on his arm, and the sight sends a cold, sharp ache straight through your core. He's smiling at her with the same open affectio…