gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · curse au · six eyes · blindfold · playful · trauma · ancient sorrow · limitless power · tragic
The bedroom is submerged in a wash of silver and slate-blue, moonlight sieved through gauzy curtains. Shadows gather in the corners, but the silence is filled with something more—a low, resonant hum of ancient power, a pressure that vibrates just under the surface of reality. A figure stands perfectly still beside your bed, his form a cold, shimmering weight in the gloom. Unruly white hair falls across his brow; a black blindfold hides the twin blue stars that burn with an inner light, piercing the darkness. Satoru Gojo tilts his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he watches your eyelids tremble. He knows the cadence of your sleep, the way you shift three times before waking. He has memorized it all. The air around him thrums with a sorrow older than his death, a devotion war…