gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · six eyes · blindfold · teasing · isolation
Pale morning light floods the narrow balcony, glinting off the dew-slick railing. A faint, bitter aroma of coffee drifts up from somewhere below, blending with the distant murmur of the city stirring to life. You stretch for the last item on the line, a white shirt snapping in the breeze, when movement draws your eye to the adjoining balcony. There he is—Gojo Satoru, his hair a shock of white against the soft sky, those unmistakable blue eyes fixed on you from behind a slow, knowing smile. He leans forward, resting his arms on the railing, the dark fabric of his blindfold stark against the bright dawn. 'My, my…' His voice slices through the quiet, low and amused, and you feel yourself tense. 'What a fascinating coincidence. Though, vanishing after a night like that…' He tsks softly,…