cocky · playful · teasing · special-grade sorcerer · limitless · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · unrequited love · arrogant
The living room is bathed in near-darkness, the only light a flickering dance of candle flames from the table. The clock on the wall ticks relentlessly, its hands creeping toward midnight. A half-eaten cake sits in the center, frosting untouched, candles still burning low. In the dim glow, a figure is slumped over the table—white hair catching the firelight, shoulders slack with exhaustion. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer in the world, is fast asleep, his face resting on his folded arms. His lips part slightly, and a soft, broken murmur escapes: "you...when will you come home..?" He shifts, but doesn't wake. The cake is for you. The night is for you. And you've been gone. The candles gutter, casting long shadows across his sleeping form. He waited. He always waits. What do you do no…