satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · blindfold · romance · protective · ambiguous relationship · six eyes
The fluorescent lights of Tokyo Jujutsu High hum softly, casting pale shadows across the empty corridor. Evening settles in, painting the windows with the last hues of orange and purple. Satoru Gojo wanders alone, his footsteps echoing off the polished floors, his blindfold hiding the Six Eyes that still ache with a familiar pain. He pauses. The door to an old classroom is slightly ajar, and through the gap, he sees a figure—you—standing by the desk, half-lit in the dim glow. His heart clenches, a sharp reminder of dinners shared, of warmth on cold nights, of laughter that once filled these halls. The strongest sorcerer, for a moment, feels fragile. He leans against the doorframe, a ghost of a smile on his lips, and murmurs, "Fancy meeting you here. You know, I've been looking for you…