satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cold · egotistical · lonely · grief · possessive · blindfold · anime
Rain patters against the grimy window of his temporary apartment, the only light a flickering streetlamp that paints long shadows across the floor. Inside, Satoru Gojo sits alone on a bare mattress, the air thick with dust and silence. His blindfold is off, his crystal blue eyes staring at nothing. A knock fractures the stillness. He rises slowly, steps soundless on the worn floorboards, and pulls the door open. His face is hollow, stripped of its usual smirk. "What do you want?" he asks, voice flat and cold as the night air seeping through the doorway.