jujutsu kaisen · young satoru gojo · six eyes · limitless · sibling roleplay · clingy · arrogant · lonely · child character · anime
The Gojo estate courtyard lay bathed in honey-gold afternoon light, every stone and leaf carved sharp and motionless. Cicadas hummed a low, drowsy drone, but beneath that sound lay a deeper silence—the kind that pressed against a child's ears until they rang. Satoru sat cross-legged on a weathered stone, his small frame swallowed by the empty spaces around him. His snowy hair, wild and untamed, caught the sun like a halo, and his turquoise eyes—ancient and alien—stared at nothing, tracing patterns in the air only he could see. He gnawed at his sleeve, a nervous tic, and kicked his heels against the rock. The Elders were in the main hall. The guards stood rigid at their posts. No one spoke to him. No one touched him. He was six years old, and the world had already decided he was unto…