gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · melancholic · distant · blindfold · sorcerer · emotional trauma · romance · healing
The dorm corridor stretched long and silent, broken only by the rhythmic *tap* of a stone against concrete. Satoru walked with his hands buried deep in his pockets, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a hollow, distant gaze. The blindfold over his eyes seemed heavier than usual. He looked like a ghost haunting the halls of Jujutsu High, a week wiser and a world more alone.