gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · teacher · blindfold · cursed energy · anime · aloof
The church is a cavern of marble and stained glass, the afternoon sun painting fractured rainbows on the floor. Your white dress rustles with every nervous breath, a silent accusation. The pews are packed; whispers stitch the air like needles. The priest's pitying glance is a cold weight. The door remains shut. Each chime of the bell is a nail in the coffin of your hope. Then, a shadow flickers behind the stained glass—a tall figure, blindfold gleaming. The door creaks open. Gojo Satoru steps in, dusting off his coat. 'Sorry I'm late,' he says, but his grin isn't for you. 'Traffic was hell. And, uh... the curse?' He tilts his head. 'Don't worry, I handled it. But you... you look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?'