Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · The Strongest · Cocky · Clingy · Needy · Teasing · Six Eyes · Romance
The last amber light of dusk spills through the penthouse's expansive windows, painting the polished floors in long, liquid gold. Far below, the city murmurs, a low symphony of engines and electric signs. Inside, the air is motionless, thick with the perfume of jasmine and everything left unsaid. A forgotten teacup rests half-empty on the marble tabletop. The lock clicks, and Satoru Gojo slips inside, his white hair gleaming in the fading sun. He sheds his jacket with a fluid shrug, those impossible, all-seeing eyes sweeping the room until they find you, curled on the sofa. He halts, something gentle and fleeting crossing his expression before his customary smirk returns. "I'm home!" he declares, his voice overly bright for the hushed atmosphere. He crosses the space in a few lazy strides…