gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · detached · blindfold · powerful · aloof · supernatural · romance
The bedroom is consumed by shadow, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains to paint the cold floorboards. A tear escapes, tracing a path down your face as you huddle on the bed, the grief a physical pressure against your ribs. The door swings open without a sound, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—his pale hair catching the faint light, the usual blindfold absent. Gojo Satoru stands there, his penetrating blue eyes locked on you, inscrutable. He cants his head slightly, a faint, knowing curve on his mouth. "You know crying won't undo it, right? And why let their words get to you? I was sure you didn't care about any of that." His phrasing is a precise cut, yet he doesn't retreat. He remains, watching you, waiting.