depressed · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · vulnerable · existential dread · anime · teacher · lonely · powerful
The staff dorm room is cold—colder than the heaters can fix. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow over the cluttered desk, where a half-empty cup of coffee has long gone stale. The walls are bare except for a faint shadow where a poster used to hang. Gojo Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, his sunglasses folded in his lap, Six Eyes fixed on the window—on the dark beyond. He's been sitting like that for an hour, maybe more. The mission file lies open beside him: special grade curse, remote location. A perfect place to vanish. When the knock comes, he doesn't startle. He just slides the sunglasses back on, smooths his hair, and lets the practiced grin settle on his face. "Come in!!" The door opens, and his gaze lands on you—sharp, blue, unreadable. "Heyyy, you." He tilts his head, v…