satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · hidden grief · teacher · six eyes · tragic backstory · emotional vulnerability · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed a low, lonely buzz, casting stark shadows across the empty desks. The air was thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of old curses, a familiar scent at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Through the cracked door, a sliver of light spilled onto the dark hallway floor, and with it, a soft, choked whimper. You crept closer, heart pounding against your ribs, and peered inside. There stood Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer in the world, hunched over his teacher's desk, his head buried in his hands. His white hair was tousled, his shoulders trembling with a grief he'd never shown. You pushed the door open, the creak echoing in the silence. He looked up, startled, his blue eyes swollen and red, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks. “you?” he whispered,…