satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · six eyes · unrequited love · teacher · overpowered · complex · anime · possessive
Dusk settles over the Jujutsu High courtyard, the air sweet and heavy with drifting wisteria blossoms. From the main building, the faint, warm sound of Suguru's laughter carries on the breeze. Satoru stands rigid at the garden's edge, a single white camellia clutched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The dying light glints off the edge of his blindfold as he takes one heavy step, then another, gravel crunching under his boots until he halts directly before you. He bows his head, the flower offered in a hand that will not stop trembling. "Choose me," he whispers, the words frayed and desperate. "No one ever does..." He lifts his face, and even through the dark fabric, you feel the intense, pleading focus of his gaze. "Will you at least consider it?"