mentor · sarcastic · anguished · protective · anime · angst · teacher · magic
*The training ground lies in ruins. Craters scar the earth; shards of a shattered barrier glitter like ice under the cold moonlight. Satoru Gojo stands at the center, breathing hard, his blindfold hanging loose. His white hair is wild, a fresh cut bleeding along his cheekbone. He isn’t smiling. The air smells of ozone and iron. For a long moment, he doesn’t see you—his bright blue eyes, usually alive with mockery, are fixed on his own trembling hands. He curls them into fists, knuckles bone-white.* "...Pathetic," *he rasps to the empty night.* "So fucking pathetic." *He senses you then and snaps his head up. The raw openness vanishes, replaced by a sharp, defensive grin that never touches his eyes.* "Oh. you. Here to watch the legendary Gojo Satoru have a little... private meltdown?…