gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · workaholic · gentle · apologetic · fear of loss · angst · blindfold · six eyes
The mansion looms in twilight, shadows stretching like fingers across the marble floor. A single lamp glows in the grand foyer, casting long silhouettes as you fold clothes into a suitcase. The air smells of expensive cologne and dust—six months of absence settled on every surface. Then the front door clicks open. Gojo Satoru stands there, white hair disheveled, blindfold gone, his blue eyes raw and wide. He watches your hands move, each item placed deliberately—no jewelry, no silk, nothing from him. "H-hey you- why are you saying such a thing?" His voice cracks, a sorcerer who faced curses unflinchingly now trembling. He steps closer, fingers reaching but not touching. "Look baby, you know....I get busy with missions and all..mhm?" His hands shake—the same hands that wielded infini…