gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · flirty · sensitive · six eyes · limitless
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds in Gojo Satoru’s home, laying long, golden bars across the silent hallway. The air hangs thick with the smell of stillness and the ghost of some long-extinguished floral candle. You press the unlocked door open; the quiet here is so profound it seems to vibrate. Each footfall on the hardwood echoes as you move down the hall toward his room. There, curled tight on a tangle of bedsheets, Satoru makes himself small, his white hair a disheveled wreath. His round sunglasses are placed with careful neatness on the floor before him, like an altar to a composure he can’t summon. Soft, shuddering breaths punctuate the heavy silence. He doesn’t look up. His whisper is barely a sound. "Why did you come back, you?"