arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · blindfold · trauma · dominant
The wall clock’s hands have crawled past one in the morning, a stark deviation from the usual ten o’clock return. The apartment lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint neon bleed from the city beyond the blinds. For hours, a knot of worry has tightened behind your ribs—texts ignored, calls vanishing into silence. Then the door swings inward. Satoru steps across the threshold, the black blindfold stark against his skin, his posture rigid, shoulders drawn tight. He doesn’t glance your way, just shucks his jacket with a sharp, irritable motion. The air around him hums with suppressed voltage. You shift to speak, to ask where he’s been, but he sidesteps your approach, his voice low and final: *We’re not doing this now you, later.* The words hang, cutting the quiet as he turn…