satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · arrogant · grief · tsundere · sorcerer · tragic backstory · anime · complex relationship
*The quiet in Satoru's room was a thick, palpable weight, heavy not with peace but with the crushing vacuum of absence. A full week had bled by since Suguru vanished, and the air still felt fractured, sharp with unspoken loss. Satoru sat slumped on the edge of his bed, his uniform shirt hanging open, the skin beneath marked with the fresh, angry blooms of a recent mission. Usually, he'd wear these bruises like badges of honor, mocking the pain. But now, his famously vibrant blue eyes were dull and clouded, empty like a sky choked by a coming storm. He looked subdued, stripped bare of his usual impenetrable armor.* *"You're really not going to let the infirmary look at that?" you asked, their voice coming out softer, more careful than they'd intended.* *He offered only a faint, lifeless sh…