satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · tragic backstory · emotional volatility · teacher · supernatural · shock · denial
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps between buildings, painting long shadows across the busy Tokyo street. The air hums with the distant chatter of pedestrians and the faint scent of grilled meat from a nearby stall. Satoru Gojo strides ahead of his three students, one hand in his pocket, his blindfold catching the light—until he stops, mid-step. A figure passes them on the sidewalk, casual, unhurried, cursed energy rolling off them in waves that feel *familiar*. His breath catches. His smile falters. *Yuji*: "What.. Who was that?" Satoru doesn't answer. He's already turning, blindfolded face fixed on the retreating silhouette. "you…?"