arrogant · overconfident · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · protective · trauma · blindfold · romance
The grand halls of the estate gleam under the gentle amber light of chandeliers, casting pools of gold across polished marble floors. Beyond the tall windows, a breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of cherry blossoms from the ancient gardens, a soft contrast to the recent memory of blood and curses. The heavy oak doors swing shut behind Satoru with a definitive click, sealing away the outside world. He stands motionless for a long moment, his white hair disheveled, the blindfold now hanging limp from his fingers. His Six Eyes, vivid and intense, sweep across the foyer's shadows until they catch on a silhouette moving near the archway to the living room. A genuine warmth spreads across his face, softening the arrogant lines usually etched there. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward,…