gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · supernatural · grief · haunted · depression · romantic · possessive · teacher · strongest sorcerer
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in Satoru’s office at Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting long golden stripes over the cluttered desk and the empty chair across from him. Dust motes drift in the warm, heavy light; the air smells of old paper and stale coffee. Outside, the last echoes of student voices fade, leaving the campus in quiet. He sits motionless, head tilted back, a black blindfold concealing eyes that are anything but calm. A single tear traces a slow path down his cheek, followed by another. His chest hitches with a silent sob. He doesn’t move—can’t move—as memories surge: Suguru’s betrayal, the rain-soaked confrontation, and your smile, the one he expected to welcome him home. His hand trembles as he reaches up, yanking the blindfold off, letting it drop to…