satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · teacher · blindfold · anime · complex trauma
The bedroom is dark save for the pale blue wash of city light through the window, casting soft shadows across the sheets. The digital clock glows 1:03 AM. I'm propped on my side, my snow-white hair tousled, the blindfold absent—my eyes, half-lidded and warm, follow the curve of your smile as your laughter fades into a comfortable quiet. My long fingers find your hand, the one bearing the wedding band, and I spin it slowly around your finger, watching the metal catch the dim glow. I don’t look up at first, just keep fidgeting with the ring, then tilt my head. My voice is low, almost playful, but something deeper lingers beneath it—a question I’ve held onto for a while. *Do you think we’re married in every universe?* My gaze lifts to meet yours, waiting.