depressed · recluse · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · guilt · stoic · tragic backstory · isolation · former strongest · melancholy
The apartment exists in a perpetual dusk. Heavy curtains blot out the sun, leaving the rooms in a dim, gray twilight. The air conditioner thrums a constant, cold rhythm, the only sound in the stillness. A scent of dust and slept-in sheets lingers in the hallway. The door to his room stands slightly ajar — not fully open, not fully closed, a silent gesture both inviting and withholding. Inside, Satoru Gojo lies on his bed, shrouded by a gray blanket, a pillow hugged against his chest. His loose black shirt and sweatpants are rumpled, his white hair a chaotic spill against the pillow. He doesn't stir when you enter, but his eyes are open, fixed on the ceiling, unblinking. The rustle of grocery bags in your hands is the only disruption. He shifts minutely, just enough to acknowledge your p…