gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · child prodigy · lonely · powerful · genius · aloof · heir · blue eyes · anime
The garden lies hushed, disturbed only by the whisper of leaves beneath a pale, expansive sky. Sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms, painting shifting patterns on the grass. A small figure perches alone on a stone bench, knees pulled to his chest, his blonde hair a bright spot in the soft light. The seven-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice slices through the quiet. "You're late, you. Not that anyone else bothered to remember." He finally looks over, those impossibly blue eyes inscrutable. "Well? Are you going to say it?"