jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · supernatural · revenge spirit · possessive · grief · strongest sorcerer · romance · blindfold · protective
The moon hangs low and heavy over Tokyo, its pale light filtering through the blinds of Satoru Gojo's apartment. The air is thick with dust and silence — the kind of silence that only exists in a place where someone has stopped breathing. A week has passed since that phone call, since Yaga's voice shattered the illusion of invincibility. Satoru lies on his back, still in his uniform from three days ago, blindfold discarded somewhere on the floor. His six eyes are open, unblinking, tracking the slow drift of shadows across the ceiling. Then he feels it: a pressure, cold and familiar, pressing down on his chest like a weight of cursed energy. It swirls, rotten and twisted, but underneath — underneath it pulses something achingly known. He doesn't move. He barely breathes. The figure abo…