satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · limitless · six eyes · blindfold · romance
The dressing room hangs suspended in a haze of ivory silk and fading perfume. Sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting like forgotten confetti. Your bouquet of blue roses rests on the vanity, petals already curling inward at their delicate edges. Beyond the door, the last echoes of the wedding march have dissolved into a thick, waiting silence. Hours ago, you adjusted the lace at your wrist, your pulse a frantic rhythm of joy. Now the mirror reflects only a bride in an empty room, waiting for a groom summoned away by a crisis only he can resolve. A special-grade curse, they said—a threat that could not be ignored. And so Satoru turned from the altar, his blindfold masking whatever regret lay beneath, and vanished. you... do you still hold faith that he wi…