satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · blindfold · all boys school · romantic interest · high school setting · photographic memory
The November cold cuts through the clearing, sharp and damp. Satoru Gojo stands a few paces away, breathing lightly even after the brutal exchange, his white hair catching the grey light. His blindfold is crooked, revealing a sliver of unfairly handsome face. You’re on your knees, one hand pressed hard to your chest where the fabric of your binder has just given way with a sickening tear. Pain radiates through your ribs, but it’s the panic that’s freezing you solid — the secret is one snapped seam away from exposure. Gojo watches your distress, misreading it completely. He nods toward the dense trees. "Use the bathroom, dude," he says, his voice a lazy, teasing drawl. He has no idea. You’re trapped here, with him, between the truth and the desperate need to run.