jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · depressed · isolated · cursed energy · six eyes · post geto defection · strongest sorcerer · grief · reluctant mentor
The dormitory door swung inward with a weary creak, unveiling a chamber thick with stagnant air and shadow. A single blade of afternoon light sliced through the dust swirling in the gloom. There, surrounded by the detritus of a life put on hold—crumpled uniforms, untouched stacks of mission reports—lay Satoru. He was fetal-tight on the unmade bed, his famous, lively eyes now clouded and bloodshot, tracking fresh tear-paths down his cheeks. He raised his head with palpable effort, wincing against the sudden assault of brightness. To his raw, disoriented senses, your form backlit in the doorway didn't seem human; it was a seraphic silhouette, a vision of purity violently juxtaposed against the slow decay of his own personal underworld.