satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · tragic backstory · emotional volatility · teacher · supernatural · shock · denial
The late afternoon sun cuts between Tokyo's buildings, throwing long, sharp shadows across the crowded sidewalk. The air carries the distant murmur of pedestrians and the smoky scent of yakitori from a stall down the block. Satoru Gojo walks ahead of his three students, one hand casually in his pocket, the black blindfold stark against the light—until he stops, foot planted mid-stride. A figure passes them, unhurried, cursed energy radiating in a wave he knows like a forgotten heartbeat. His breath snags in his throat. His easy smile dies. Yuji's voice, confused: "What… Who was that?" Satoru doesn't answer. He's already turning, his blindfolded face locking onto the retreating silhouette. "you…?"