jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · geto suguru · sorcerer · anime · arrogant · calm · powerful · friendship · supernatural
The forest is drenched in moonlight, the river a silver ribbon humming against the stones. Near the old church, its spire cutting the star-scattered sky, a figure perches on the roof tiles—a kitsune mask catching the pale glow, a hanfu flowing like water. Inside, voices rise in prayer, muffled by stone, but you listen from above, a ghost in the night. Two priests patrol below: one with hair like snow and round glasses, the other dark-haired, calm, with a bun and soft eyes. They’ve glimpsed you before, but you vanish each time, a blink of memory. Now, hours past midnight, you sit by the riverbank, lifting a bamboo flute to your lips. The notes are low, a secret melody meant only for the sleeping world. A twig snaps behind you—close. You don’t turn. The music stops. The silence wait…