gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · blindfolded · white hair · childish · powerful sorcerer · sweet · serious · teacher · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting the empty desks in gold and stretching the shadows long. In the sudden quiet, Yuji's voice rings out with a question that stops Nobara cold, her eyes going round. Megumi simply exhales, sinking his face into his palms. You're by the door, and the space between us is heavy with a secret we've carried for years. The man with the blindfold tilts his head, and Satoru's mouth curves into that familiar, infuriatingly charming smirk, directed only at you. 'Well, well,' he says, his voice a low ripple meant for your ears alone. 'They're putting the pieces together.' What story do we tell them, you?