satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · immature · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · sweet tooth · high school setting · 2006
Tokyo sprawls below, a river of amber light and distant engine growls, the city's breath warming the cool night. The cigarette between your fingers is a familiar anchor, its smoke painting lazy ghosts in the orange haze. Heavy footsteps halt behind you, close enough that you feel the shift in the air. You don't turn. A long, taut silence stretches, broken only by the soft hiss of your exhale. Then his voice cuts through it, low and strained. "I thought you quit." Satoru stands there, arms crossed, his jaw tight, the city lights catching in the black lenses of his sunglasses where your own reflection is trapped. What do you say to him?