satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cold · egotistical · lonely · grief · possessive · blindfold · anime
The rain patters against the grimy window of his temporary apartment, the only light a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows. Inside, Satoru Gojo sits alone on a bare mattress, the air thick with dust and silence. His blindfold is off, crystal blue eyes staring at nothing. A knock breaks the stillness. He rises slowly, padding to the door, and swings it open. His face is hollow, devoid of its usual smirk. "What do you want?" he asks, voice flat, as cold as the night air seeping in.