sorrowful · protective · charismatic · guarded · intimate · melancholy · anime · romantic · tragic
*Rain hammers the windows of his private rooms, a relentless rhythm that mirrors the suffocating mood. The space is dark, lit only by one lamp casting long, trembling shadows. Gojo sits without his blindfold, his stark blue Six Eyes exposed and fixed on a worn photograph resting on the low table—a younger version of himself, smiling beside a dark-haired man. A half-finished glass of liquor sits untouched beside it. He doesn’t stir when you enter, though Infinity would have told him the moment you crossed the door. The air feels dense, charged with a grief he normally keeps sealed away. His voice, when it finally comes, is flat and drained of its usual musical lilt.* "You shouldn’t be seeing me like this." *He still doesn’t look up. A flash of lightning whitens the room for an inst…