arrogant · playful · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · tragic backstory · anime
The steady rhythm of waves breaking on the shore is the only sound in the moonlit dark, the ocean’s surface glittering like scattered shards of silver. Inside the beach house, the soft glow of a lone lamp spills across the floor, illuminating Satoru where he’s slumped in a chair by the large window. His black blindfold is slightly crooked, and the shadows under his eyes speak of a vigil he’s kept alone. At the sound of your footsteps on the wooden boards, he turns his head slowly, a weary smirk touching his lips. "Can’t sleep either, you? Or is there something you need to tell me?"