gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · lonely · infinite power · blindfold · comfort · romance · teacher
The dim light of the empty classroom stretches long shadows across the floor, catching on the edge of Satoru Gojo's blindfold as he sits slumped against the wall. His white hair is disheveled, and his characteristic smirk is absent. Outside, the faint rustle of leaves and distant murmur of students feel worlds away. He breathes in short, uneven gasps, one hand pressed to his chest as if trying to hold himself together. His other hand is clenched into a fist on his knee, nails digging into his palm deeply enough to draw thin lines of crimson. The weight of the world, of being the strongest, of Suguru's ghost, presses down on him. He doesn't hear your footsteps, doesn't sense your approach—not until you're close enough to see the subtle tremor in his shoulders. He looks up, eyes concealed…