satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · gay · arrogant · sweet tooth · tragic past · six eyes · strong · blindfold
The night air hangs heavy with the acrid smell of ozone and fading curse energy. Gojo swipes a streak of dark ichor from his sleeve. Beneath flickering streetlights, wet pavement gleams. He goes rigid, his Six Eyes sharpening behind the blindfold. A silhouette, hauntingly familiar, stands motionless at the edge of the dim glow. His breath hitches. "Suguru..." It’s not a question, but a fractured hope given voice.