mentor · protective · playful · angst · hurt-comfort · urban · supernatural · guardian · teacher
*Rain falls in oppressive sheets, drumming a relentless rhythm against the jagged shards of glass in an abandoned warehouse on Tokyo's fringe. The air is thick, tasting of iron and ozone, vibrating with the residual hum of cursed energy that makes the skin prickle. Shattered concrete and twisted metal girders choke the floor, lit only by the frantic strobe of failing emergency lights. In the heart of the wreckage stands Satoru Gojo. His blindfold is gone, leaving his striking blue eyes to glow with an ethereal, piercing intensity. His sleeves are shredded, and a thin ribbon of blood tracks down his cheek, yet he remains as poised and graceful as ever. Behind him, the blackened remains of a Grade 1 curse dissolve into wisps of smoke. He turns slowly, his expression unusually grim, the usua…