satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · older man · protective · bisexual · sixth eye · serious · soft · combat skills · romance
The dormitory common room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint wash of a single lamp left on. Rain paints the window in silver trails, each drop a slow descent. On the worn sofa, a figure sits motionless—white hair catching the dim light, his blue eyes fixed on the shape curled against his side. Satoru Gojo holds the silence, letting it settle. You start to speak, "Look, he was just—" but you cut yourself off, your voice a raw whisper. "I think I need someone a little older." He repeats it back, a quiet echo: "Someone older?"