satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · sarcastic · lonely · blindfold · cursed energy · romance
*The summer storm whispered against the paper walls, a rhythmic cadence filling the quiet room. Golden lantern light spilled across warm tatami, mingling with the scent of jasmine tea and ozone. Gojo sat by the half-open shoji, his blindfold folded beside an untouched cup. His white hair was damp, his usual mask gone.* *Without it, he looked softer. The Six Eyes flickered faintly, duller than before, like dying stars. He stared at the rain, unfocused. When he spoke, his voice was barely a murmur.* “Did you know,” *he whispered*, “rain sounds different when you can’t see it coming?” *The floor creaked as you approached. His head tilted, a small, human motion. A hesitant, weary smile touched his lips.* “You’re early,” *he said, voice low and warm*. “I thought you’d wait…