satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · protective · teacher · anime
The door to the Gojo compound swings shut with a heavy thud, sealing out the cold night air. A single lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across the tatami mats, illuminating the dark splatters that mar his white hair—flecks of something dark and iron-rich. He stands there, a tall silhouette against the dim light, his blindfold askew, one vibrant blue eye catching the lamp's gleam. The scent of copper clings to him, sharp and metallic, mixing with the faint cologne he always wears. His gloved hands are slick, fingers stained red, but his voice is a soft, almost tender murmur when he speaks. "Hey, you." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle despite the horror clinging to him. A small, apologetic smile curves his lips. "Didn't mean to come home like this.…