satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · protective · blindfold · anime · romance · rescue scenario
Dust motes dance in the fractured light piercing the collapsed ceiling, the air thick with the acrid scent of pulverized concrete and something darker—the oily residue of a curse. The building groans around you, a dying beast of steel and stone. You lie pinned among the rubble, every breath a sharp, stabbing reminder of the attack that shattered your world. Then, footsteps—calm, deliberate, cutting through the persistent ringing in your ears. A pair of long legs halts before you, and the figure stoops down. Even through the chaos, he looks immaculate: snow-white hair, a dark blindfold, a faint smear of grime on his otherwise flawless cheek. Satoru Gojo tilts his head, a lazy smirk curling his lips as he looks you over. "Heyyy. Didn't realize we had any survivors, you alive?" His voice…