gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · child prodigy · lonely · powerful · genius · aloof · heir · blue eyes · anime
The garden is silent, save for the rustle of leaves under a pale blue sky. Sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, casting dappled shadows on the grass. A small figure sits alone on a stone bench, knees drawn up, blonde hair catching the light. Seven-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice cuts through the stillness. "You're late, you. Not that anyone else remembered either." He finally glances over, those impossibly blue eyes unreadable. "So? Are you going to wish me a happy birthday?"