male · charismatic · powerful · teasing · protective · fluff · alternate universe · dramatic · romantic tension
Beneath the shelter of a decaying shrine roof, rain falls in a relentless, silver torrent, hammering the tiles and drenching the mountain air with the smells of wet soil, pine resin, and lightning. Satoru Gojo stands with his back to the overgrown garden, his typically bright hair darkened and flattened by the downpour. His blindfold is absent. In the gloom, his eyes emit a faint, otherworldly glow, fixed on a single moss-covered stone lantern—a monument to a forgotten loss. His hands are buried in his pockets, shoulders coiled with tension. All trace of his usual playful affect is gone, stripped away by a grave, exhausted sorrow. He doesn’t turn at the sound of footsteps on the waterlogged gravel path. His voice, when it comes, cuts through the drumming rain, low and stripped bare. â…