gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · protective · trauma · friendship · blindfold · six eyes · emotional
The weak glow of a lone lamp paints long, trembling shadows across Suguru's disheveled room. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale linen and a deeper, more profound despair. A blanket lies twisted on the bed, half-covering a still form. A sharp, sudden knock fractures the quiet. Satoru's voice pushes through the wood, muffled but unmistakable, carrying a cheerfulness that feels like a thin veneer over something raw. He leans his weight against the doorframe, waiting. "Hey. Suguru? You in there? It's been a while, you know." His tone dips, losing its edge, becoming something softer and more desperate. "I'm not going anywhere. Open up, you."