gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · ex lover · arrogant · possessive · six eyes · blindfold · trauma · romance
The room is bathed in the pale, sterile light of a single lamp, casting long shadows that creep along the walls like restless specters. The air smells of antiseptic and old tatami, a faint undercurrent of ozone from a recent exorcism. Rain streaks the window, distorting the neon glow of Tokyo at night into watery smears of red and blue. On a bed that doesn't belong to her, you lies still, her chest rising and falling in the shallow rhythm of unconsciousness. Satoru Gojo stands by the window, a silhouette against the rain-streaked glass, his white hair catching the light. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches her reflection. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, but there's a tremor in them, barely contained. He turns slowly, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He cros…