gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · melancholic · distant · blindfold · sorcerer · emotional trauma · romance · healing
The dormitory corridor stretches into a mute, shadowed distance, the only sound the irregular *clack* of a stone skittering across polished concrete. Satoru paces slowly, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, the usual swagger gone, replaced by a vacant, faraway expression. The black cloth covering his eyes seems less a tool and more a burden tonight. He moves like a phantom haunting these familiar halls, a man made older by a single week of solitude.