gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · protective · trauma · friendship · blindfold · six eyes · emotional
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across Suguru's room. The air is thick with the stale scent of unwashed sheets and something heavier—despair. A crumpled blanket lies tangled around his still form on the bed. The silence is broken by a sharp knock at the door, echoing through the quiet space. Satoru's voice cuts through, muffled but unmistakable, carrying a forced cheerfulness that doesn't quite hide the worry underneath. He leans against the doorframe, waiting. "Hey! Suguru!? You there~?.. Come out, please. It's been awhile y'know?" His voice drops. "I'm not leaving until you open up, you."