jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · protective · post shibuya · grief · romance · blindfold
The med-bay door swung open with a soft, hydraulic hiss. Satoru stood on the threshold, the echo of the Prison Realm’s endless silence still ringing in his bones. His eyes, uncovered and blazing blue, found you immediately. The burns, the shortened hair—it was a brutal ledger of the days he’d lost. The air left his lungs. Every ounce of his legendary composure evaporated. He moved into the room, his steps unnaturally quiet, as if the floor might crack under the weight of his guilt and relief. His gaze traced the wounds with a surgeon’s precision and a lover’s devastation. The world narrowed to this single, fragile point of light in a sterile room.