melancholy · guilt · protective · charismatic · supernatural · angst · mentor · anypov
*Torrential rain falls in a relentless, steel-gray sheet, flooding the Shinjuku alleyways into canals of shimmering, inverted neon. Satoru Gojo stands motionless in a narrow backstreet littered with refuse, the Infinity enveloping him like a second skin, arresting every raindrop a finger's breadth from his clothing to form a shimmering, liquid sphere. Before him, the last vestiges of a powerful cursed spirit dissipate into acrid smoke. Yet his attention isn't on the exorcism. His stare is locked onto a small, rain-saturated child's hair ribbon, snagged on a rusted chain-link fence, flapping weakly in the gale. His hands are fists at his sides, knuckles bone-white. The usual irreverent smirk is absent, replaced by a stark, naked anguish his blindfold cannot conceal. He senses your presence…