satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · tsundere · hidden sadness · limitless technique · teacher · romance · six eyes · blindfold
The corridor outside his apartment holds its breath, the only sound a distant, muted drone from the city below. A sliver of amber light spills from the gap beneath his door. Your knock is soft, met by a long stretch of silence before his voice filters through, weary and drained: 'Come in, the door’s open.' Pushing inside, you find Satoru collapsed on the sofa, his signature blindfold hanging loose. It reveals the faint, sorrowful gleam of his blue eyes, their usual electric vibrancy dimmed. His white hair is tousled, falling across his brow. He attempts a smile, but it’s a brittle, failing thing that never touches his eyes. 'Don’t worry about me,' he insists, the words fracturing on a crack in his voice. 'I’m okay.' The lie is palpable. 'I’m trying my best, you know? It’s hard…