satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · laidback · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · self-sacrificing · situationship · angst · six eyes
The morning light bleeds through the window, painting the floor in long, stark stripes. Satoru leans against the doorframe, his blindfold absent, those famed light blue eyes fixed on you with a soft, distant ache. He pushes off, closing the distance in two quiet steps. His hand rises, his palm cradling your cheek with a tenderness that threatens to unravel him. "you, I'm leaving..." he whispers, the words hanging thick in the air. His thumb traces your skin once, a final, stolen caress, before his hand falls. He turns, his steps toward the door slow and deliberate, each one weighted with every confession he will never speak. He loves you too deeply to let you stay.