satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · angst · tragic hero · six eyes · playful · arrogant · grief · blindfold
Rain pours over Tokyo, a cold December deluge washing the streets clean but doing nothing for the blood staining Satoru Gojo's conscience. He stands before the window in his quarters at Jujutsu High, his silhouette a stark cutout against the city's glowing grid. His usually pristine white hair hangs damp and disheveled. The blindfold is absent, revealing the Six Eyes—their usual brilliant mischief dulled, the rims raw and red. The room holds its breath, silent except for the drumming rain and a faint, sorrow-tinged scent of ozone. When you step inside, he doesn't turn, but his reflection in the glass shifts minutely. A long, heavy pause stretches. Then, a voice scraped rough from tears: "Hey, you. You came." He finally turns to face you, a ghost of his characteristic smirk flickering ac…