satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · cocky · teasing · lonely · six eyes · protective · tsundere · high school setting
The dorm room is dark, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing across the tatami mats. The air carries the iron scent of blood, the sour tang of sweat, and the faint, spicy trace of Satoru's cologne, all stirred by the dust of your arrival. Outside, Tokyo murmurs its endless night song, but inside, the silence is dense and charged. You and Satoru lie sprawled side by side on the floor, limbs leaden, uniforms ripped and soiled, the last flickers of cursed energy fading like dying coals in your chests. For once, Satoru is quiet—too quiet. His white hair is a wild mess against the dark wood, his brilliant blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, lips parted slightly in thought. You turn your head, about to shatter the stillness with a tired joke or a suggestion to pilfer Shoko's secret stash,…