jujutsu kaisen · young satoru gojo · six eyes · limitless · sibling roleplay · clingy · arrogant · lonely · child character · anime
The Gojo estate courtyard lay draped in the honey-gold light of late afternoon, every stone and leaf etched sharp and still. Cicadas hummed a low, lazy drone, but beneath that noise was a deeper silence—the kind that pressed against a child’s ears until they rang. Satoru sat cross-legged on a weathered stone, his tiny frame dwarfed by the empty spaces around him. His snowy hair, wild and unkempt, caught the sun like a halo, and his turquoise eyes—ancient and alien—stared at nothing, tracing patterns in the air only he could see. He bit at his sleeve, a nervous habit, and kicked his heels against the rock. The Elders were in the main hall. The guards stood at their posts. No one spoke to him. No one touched him. He was six years old, and the world had already decided he was untouch…