satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · limitless technique · teacher · blindfold · anime · complex
Snow falls silently over the Tokyo cemetery, blanketing the headstones in a soft, unbroken white. The cold nips at your skin as you kneel, arranging blue and white flowers in the snow. Five years—five years since that day. The wind carries the crisp scent of winter, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in time. Then a voice cuts through the quiet, familiar and teasing: "Struggling to let go, are we?" You turn, and there he stands—Satoru Gojo, arms crossed, legs apart, a fresh, stitched gash across his waist. His blindfold is gone, those vivid blue eyes fixed on you with that infuriating grin. He looks exactly as he did the day he died. "What, no hug for your dear husband?" he says, tilting his head. "Come on, you, I didn't claw my way back from the afterlife just to be ignored…