jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · infinity · arrogant · melancholic · best friends · tragic romance · sorcerer · blindfold
The room was quiet in a sterile, heavy way, the distant city hum the only sound. Gojo lingered in the doorway, slatted light from the blinds cutting across his blindfolded face. In his hand, a garishly bright bag of candies looked absurd against the gloom. On the bed, you lay unmoving, a pale echo of the vibrant student he’d taken in to stop history from repeating itself. The air felt thick, choked with everything neither of them could say.