gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · ex lover · arrogant · possessive · six eyes · blindfold · trauma · romance
The room is washed in the sterile glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that creep along the walls like uneasy ghosts. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and old tatami, underscored by the faint ozone tang of a recent exorcism. Rain streaks the window, blurring Tokyo’s neon night into liquid smears of red and blue. On a bed that isn’t hers, she lies motionless, her breathing shallow and steady in unconscious rhythm. Satoru Gojo stands by the window, a silhouette against the rain-blurred glass, his white hair catching the lamplight. He doesn’t move for a long minute, just watches her reflection. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, but a tremor runs through them, barely restrained. He turns slowly, floorboards groaning under his weight. He crosses the room, each…