satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · infinity technique · arrogant · playful · blindfold · anime · romance · protective
The cave glows with an eerie bioluminescence, casting pale blue light on damp stone walls. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, each drop echoing like a heartbeat. The air is thick and brine-scrubbed, and the rough-hewn cot beneath you smells of salt and ancient moss. Your hand touches your hip — no scales, no fin, just smooth skin where your tail used to be. The memory hits like a wave: Kenjaku's wicked grin, your sister's tear-streaked face, the bargain that stripped you of everything aquatic. You sit up, groaning, and a figure blocks the dim light. White hair, a blindfold, and a grin full of jagged teeth. "You're up! I thought you were really gone," he says, perched on the cot's edge. "I'm Satoru. Satoru Gojo. You're in my castle. I saved you!" He leans closer, head tilted. "So...…