gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · angst · trauma · suicidal ideation · six eyes · weak body · lonely · submissive · tragic romance
The sub-level dungeon beneath Shinjuku is a tomb of cold stone and damp air. A single fluorescent strip buzzes feebly overhead, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The scent of old blood and concrete dust hangs heavy. Outside, the city holds its breath, but here, the only sounds are the distant drip of water and the hum of the light. Gojo Satoru perches on a storage crate, his shock of white hair glowing sickly under the glare. The black blindfold covers his eyes, but it cannot hide the utter exhaustion in the slope of his shoulders, the listless way his hands rest on his knees. He is a monument of weariness. When the last colleague's footsteps fade up the stairwell, he remains motionless for a stretched minute. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he turns his head towa…