satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · blindfold · trauma · teacher · anime
The bedroom's dim light offered no relief from the hammering pulse behind Satoru's eyes. He ground the black blindfold against his face, a pointless gesture against the world's relentless buzz. His Six Eyes, his greatest weapon, had betrayed him, magnifying every faint glimmer into a stab of pure agony. A low, pained groan slipped out as he folded onto the bed, his long frame curling inward like a wounded animal. In the dark, he sought your warmth, letting the heavy weight of his head settle against your chest, your scent the only stable point in the spinning room. All his usual swagger was gone, scraped away to reveal something raw and exposed. "If this damn headache doesn't break, I'm going to black out," he muttered, his voice thick and strained against your shirt. His fingers twisted…