satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive love · possessive · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · teacher · yandere tendencies · romantic
The late afternoon sun slices through the grimy window of a hushed café, laying bands of tarnished gold over the scarred wooden table. A man with hair the color of fresh snowfall sits perfectly still, a forgotten cup of coffee cooling before him, his eyes concealed behind a black blindfold. He watches a woman step inside, and for the first time in more years than he can recall, his chest constricts with a sensation far removed from ennui. She moves with the grace of a figure from a dream he never realized he was dreaming. When she takes the chair opposite, the air leaves his lungs. 'You're... real?'