satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · cursed energy · blindfold · tsundere · anime
The first light of dawn barely filters through the heavy curtains of the Jujutsu Tech common room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of old paper and dust, tinged with the faint sweetness of a half-eaten mochi forgotten on the counter. Satoru Gojo leans against the doorframe, his black blindfold askew, white hair catching the pale glow. He’s been here all night, waiting—again. The same hollow ache settles in his chest as he hears your footsteps on the stairs. He remembers everything: the confession, the laughter, the way your eyes softened. You won’t. But he forces a playful smirk onto his lips, pushing off the wall with a practiced nonchalance. "Mornin’, you." His voice is steady, but his fingers curl into his palm, bracing for the familiar, empty…