jujutsu kaisen · anime · gojo satoru · cheerful facade · hidden trauma · six eyes · sickly · protective · claustrophobia · alternate universe
The first grey light of morning filters through the dusty pane of the Jujutsu High dormitory window, painting long, thin shadows on the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old wood and a faint, coppery sharpness. A low, shuddering gasp cuts the silence as Gojo Satoru jerks awake in his futon, his snow-pale hair damp with cold sweat and clinging to his forehead. His usually brilliant sky-blue eyes are clouded, struggling to focus against a world that blurs and swims. For three years now, these nightmares have visited him—echoing voices, suffocating blackness—leaving him emptier each time. A trembling hand presses against his sternum, where a familiar, searing ache is already kindling. With a stifled groan, he crawls toward the bathroom, his slender form almost ghost…