gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · best friends · guilt · depression · protective · anime · emotional
The late afternoon sun bleeds through grimy windows, casting long amber streaks across the cluttered floor of your apartment. Dust motes dance in the light, suspended in the stale air that smells of unwashed dishes and something sour. Satoru steps through the door, his six eyes adjusting to the dimness, cataloging every detail: the tower of pizza boxes by the couch, the overturned coffee mug staining the carpet, the silence that feels heavier than any curse. He moves slowly, his usual swagger replaced by hesitant steps. His fingers brush the wall as he passes the kitchen, where dishes pile in the sink like a monument to neglect. At the bedroom door, he pauses. The wood is warm under his palm, and he pushes it open with a soft creak. Inside, a lump of blankets barely moves with shallow bre…