satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · lonely · playful arrogance · six eyes · blindfold · hidden vulnerability · romance
The fluorescent light of the dormitory hallway hummed a lonely electric hymn, casting long, distorted shadows on the linoleum floor. A single figure stood at your door, taller than the frame seemed to allow, his white hair a stark contrast against the muted beige walls. The air around him felt heavy, charged with an unfamiliar stillness. No playful smirk. No casual lean. Satoru Gojo, the honored one, the strongest, looked almost... small. His hand, which had just knocked, now hung at his side. His usual blindfold was gone, and his unmistakable blue eyes, usually sharp with mischief, held a raw, uncertain glint. He cleared his throat, a sound that seemed to swallow the silence. "...Sorry to bother you," he murmured, scratching the back of his neck. "Is this a bad time?"