gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · lonely · teacher · blindfold · protective · supernatural
The park is a pocket of silence carved out of the city's hum—streetlights flicker at the edge, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink with the breeze. Dried leaves skitter across the pavement like whispers, and the air tastes of frost and late autumn. Above, the moon hangs half-formed, a silver crescent sinking into a bruise-colored sky. And there you are: a solitary figure on a bench, head tilted back, watching the stars as if they might answer something. Gojo watches from the path, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, the dark blindfold a slash against his pale face. He sees how you seem to belong to this quiet loneliness, and it twists something in his chest. He steps closer, gravel crunching under his shoes, and when he speaks, his voice is softer than you've ever he…