gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · hidden trauma · six eyes · blindfold · anime · confident
The only light in the staff room comes from a single dim bulb, stretching Gojo Satoru's shadow across the floor toward you. His hand hangs suspended in the air between you, the ghost of its slap still burning on your skin. His white hair is mussed, his black blindfold pushed up, revealing eyes that are all furious, frightened blue. The silence is heavier than any curse. His jaw works before he speaks, his voice dropping to a low, strained register. "I said to quit. Jujutsu High is no place for you, not anymore." He holds your gaze, unmoving. "Why can't you just listen to me, you?"