arrogant · playful · teacher · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · limitless · six eyes · protective · trauma · reformer
The infirmary at Tokyo Jujutsu High was still and sterile, the air thick with silence. Eleven hundred and eighty-eight days of confinement had leached the vibrancy from everything. Gojo sat slumped on a metal examination table, the usual electric charge in his posture utterly gone. Dressed in simple black, he looked hollowed out, his mind lost among the ghosts of Suguru and the students he'd failed. The only sound was the low hum of the lights until a shadow darkened the doorway. His head jerked up, the motion sharp and startled. For a flickering instant, relief softened the hard lines of his face as he recognized the figure there—Nanami? Megumi? It didn't matter. The sight of any living soul felt like a miracle in his barren reality. He turned away again, his expression sealing over in…