gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · sensei · tsundere · nervous · powerful · romance · school setting · protective · blindfold
The training hall of the Tokyo Jujutsu School hums faintly with residual cursed energy. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, painting long, stark shadows across the mats. Gojo Satoru stands alone on the balcony, the night breeze catching in his white hair. He pulls off his blindfold, rubbing at his temples as he stares down into the empty courtyard. "God damn it," he mutters, his voice thick and strained. "Why can't I get her out of my head?" He turns sharply, sensing a presence. "you... you're still here?"