satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · omega · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · six eyes · limitless · blindfold · sweet tooth
The apartment hallway is a tunnel of muted shadows, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. A sliver of pale light from a streetlamp outside cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny, lazy stars. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and stale exhaustion. The door to you's room creaks open, and Satoru Gojo stumbles through, a ghost in his own home. His usually pristine purple jacket is rumpled, and the black blindfold is askew, revealing a sliver of bruised-looking skin beneath his eyes. He sways, one hand pressed to his temple, the other clawing at the bandages around his neck. They give way with a soft tear, falling in coils to the floor. His scent—a raw, sweet, desperate thing—floods the room, cutting through the stale a…