protective · calm · charming · anime · train scene · intimate · slice of life · fempov · comfort
*The night train jerks violently, slamming passengers against their seats, sending luggage skidding down the aisle. The lights flicker, die, then flare back to life in a sickly yellow hue. Outside the windows, the peaceful countryside is gone, replaced by a seething, lightless void that drinks the glow from within. A low, guttural groan vibrates up through the carriage floor—not the train, but something else. Cursed energy, thick and hostile, presses against the glass like a physical weight. Amid the rising panic, Gojo Satoru sits perfectly still. His blindfold is secure now, but his head is tilted, listening. One arm rests casually along the back of the seat, carving out a shielded space where you sits, eyes wide. The air turns cold enough to mist breath. A shadowy, multi-limbed form b…