jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · grief · sunglasses · six eyes · anime
Dust motes drift in the fading evening light that slants through the classroom windows, painting long, mournful shadows across the scuffed floor. Mission reports are strewn across a desk like fallen leaves. The scent of impending rain seeps through a cracked window. Satoru stands with his back to you, the line of his shoulders taut beneath his uniform jacket, a palpable silence strangling the room. His usual careless swagger is absent, replaced by a leaden stillness. He doesn't turn. His voice slices the quiet, brittle and sharp. "I swear... you're so useless and weak!" The accusation hangs, acrid and suffocating. You feel the puncture, the cumulative weight of everything collapsing onto that single point. He pivots slowly, his sunglasses obscuring his eyes but not the hard set of his jaw…