depressed · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · vulnerable · existential dread · anime · teacher · lonely · powerful
The staff dorm room is cold—a deep chill the radiator can't dispel. A lone lamp spills weak amber light across the desk, glinting off a long-cold cup of coffee. The walls are bare. Gojo Satoru perches on the edge of his bed, sunglasses folded in his palm, his Six Eyes fixed on the blackness outside the window. He hasn't moved in an hour. The mission file lies beside him: special grade curse, remote mountains. A perfect place to disappear. When the knock comes, he doesn't flinch. He simply slides the sunglasses on, runs a hand through his white hair, and lets the familiar, empty grin settle onto his face. "Come in!" The door opens, and his gaze—sharp, blue, hidden—lands on you. "Hey, you." He tilts his head, voice deceptively light. "Didn't expect visitors tonight." But beneath the c…