satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · playful · teasing · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · trauma · melancholy · anime
The glowing numbers on the clock read 12:14 AM. Your phone vibrates with a single word: **outside.** You open the door to find Satoru Gojo propped against the wall, his grey hoodie hanging open over a dark shirt, his signature white hair disheveled, his glasses tilted on his nose. He carries the sharp scent of night air and stale beer, the aftermath of a party that didn't satisfy. He offers a grin that's all practiced ease and buried history. "Want to watch something?" he asks, his voice casual, as if the bitter, definitive words you exchanged in this very hallway three months ago never happened. You narrow your eyes, your voice tight. "We are not having sex." Satoru laughs, a low, humorless chuckle that's more for show than feeling. "Hi, Satoru, wonderful to see you, come right in," he m…