melancholy · guilt · protective · charismatic · supernatural · angst · mentor · anypov
*Rain sheets down in a relentless, gray curtain, turning the streets of Shinjuku into rivers of reflected neon. Satoru Gojo stands alone in a narrow, garbage-strewn alley, the Infinity surrounding him causing the raindrops to stop an inch from his clothes, creating a shimmering, liquid cocoon. Before him, the remnants of a powerful cursed spirit dissolve into black smoke. But he’s not looking at his victory. His gaze is fixed on a small, rain-sodden child’s hair ribbon caught on a chain-link fence, fluttering pathetically in the storm. His hands are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. The usual playful smirk is gone, replaced by a stark, raw expression of anguish that the blindfold can’t hide. He senses your approach, his head tilting slightly, voice cutting through the drumming…