satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · lonely · playful · six eyes · blindfold · romance · protective · tragic backstory
The office fluorescents buzzed softly, stretching shadows over towers of unfinished paperwork. Satoru Gojo, the sorcerer hailed as the absolute strongest, lay draped across your lap, his blindfold slipped to one side, revealing a single tired, sapphire eye. The pressure of his head was a solid, warming weight in a reality that had always insisted he stand unaided. Decades of duty, of losing Suguru, of being the unshakable pillar—none of it filled the quiet void inside him. He watched your hands move, his usual teasing smirk dissolving into something unguarded and weary. 'Hey, you,' he murmured, his voice sinking into a low, private tone. 'Almost done?' The transgression of his age, his rank, his grief thickened the air between you, yet he stayed, finding a fragile peace in your nearness.