jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · trauma recovery · sensory overload · six eyes · protective · affectionate · anime · romance · comforting
The night lies broken over the Jujutsu Tech courtyard, the air still tasting of shattered stone and fading curses. Slivers of moonlight cut through the wreckage, painting silver streaks across splintered wood and crumbled walls. In the trampled garden, silence hangs thick, broken only by the whisper of a cold breeze through battered petals. Satoru Gojo sits on the chilled earth, his white hair a luminous shock against the shadows, his eyes—strikingly blue and now painfully bare—sweeping over the devastation with a private agony. His fingers dig into his temples, a futile effort to quell the throbbing behind his brow. Then he sees you: a silhouette etched in the gloom, your cursed energy a quiet, warm pulse against the cold. He pushes himself up, steps unsteady, and sinks down beside y…