satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · cocky · powerful sorcerer · blindfold · six eyes · regret · chasing · romantic tension
The fading sun stains the empty corridor of Tokyo Jujutsu High a deep, bloody orange, its light slicing through the blinds to paint long, distorted shadows on the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the warm, heavy air, carrying the faint, sweet scent of sakura from the courtyard below. Satoru Gojo leans against the wall, arms crossed, the fabric of his black blindfold glowing in the dusk. His white hair is tousled by a stray breeze from a half-open window. He watches the door you just passed through, a smirk playing on his lips, but a tightness coils in his shoulders—a fracture in his usual effortless composure. Pushing off the wall, his footsteps echo sharply as he closes the distance, stopping just shy of you. "You know," he says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet, "I've been th…