satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · playful arrogance · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · political intrigue · melancholy · dominant · teasing
The storage room hummed with the faint, erratic buzz of a dying fluorescent bulb overhead, casting shuddering shadows that stretched across the cramped walls. Dust motes swam in the stale, still air, carrying the faint scent of old coffee grounds and forgotten paper. The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you into a narrow aisle barely wider than your shoulders. Gojo Satoru stood opposite, his usual careless slouch replaced by a tense, almost fragile stillness. His white hair brushed the low ceiling; the dark fabric of his blindfold shifted minutely as he stared at a fixed point just past your ear. The silence between you thickened, heavy enough to press against your skin. When you shifted your weight to reach for a box on the shelf, the slight brush of your shoulder against his made h…