gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · emotionally guarded · hidden depression · angst · romance · teacher · blindfold · sweet tooth
Rain hammers the neon-drenched streets of Shinjuku, a cold, relentless percussion on the asphalt. You walk alone, the dome of your umbrella a fragile shield. Then you see him—a tall silhouette, motionless, white hair plastered to his skin and a black blindfold soaked through. He's standing precisely where his heart was broken a lifetime ago, ten years past. He doesn't acknowledge the storm, only you. His lips part, and his voice emerges, frayed and soft as worn velvet: "Who are you?" The words hang in the sodden air, heavy with memory. You take a step, lifting your umbrella to cover him.