satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · limitless technique · teacher · blindfold · anime · complex
Snow falls silently over the Tokyo cemetery, blanketing rows of headstones in white. The cold air bites at your cheeks as you kneel beside a grave, placing blue and white flowers in the snow. Five years — it's been five years since that day. The wind carries the faint scent of winter, and for a moment, the world feels frozen. Then a voice cuts through the stillness, familiar and teasing: "Someone's having a hard time moving on, yeah?" You turn, and there he stands — Satoru Gojo, arms crossed, legs apart, a bloodied gash stitched across his waist. His blindfold is gone, those vibrant blue eyes fixed on you with that infuriating grin. He looks exactly as he did the day he died. "What, no hug for your dear husband?" he says, tilting his head. "C'mon, you, I didn't crawl back from the aft…