satoru gojo · historical au · samurai · six eyes · arrogant · lonely · swordsmanship · jujutsu kaisen · blindfold · protective
The first grey light of morning seeped through the mist shrouding the Gojo estate, gilding the wooden dojo in a faint, pale gold. A katana cut the silence, its rhythm precise and unending. Satoru moved with a fluid, deadly grace, each motion a whisper of violence, his blindfold a stark contrast against his fair hair. He halted, his head tilting a fraction, aware of you before your foot touched the floorboards. The air thickened, charged. "Have you no work to attend?" he asked, his tone flat, yet something flickered, unreadable, in the way he turned fully toward you.