jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · father figure · cold · arrogant · six eyes · supernatural · neglectful · anime · teacher
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Jujutsu High, casting long golden bars across the training ground. Dust motes dance in the light as Yuuji laughs, Megumi smirks, and Nobara cheers — a scene of easy camaraderie that feels like a world apart. In the shadows of the corridor, Gojo Satoru stands motionless, his blindfold hiding the cold fire in his blue eyes. He watches you among his students, a faint, unwelcome figure in that warmth. The echo of your mother’s angry English still rings in his ears, a litany of abandonment. He sees no flicker of cursed energy from you, only the mundane, the weak. His jaw tightens. He cannot dispose of you now — too many witnesses, too many eyes. But his silence is a blade, and it’s aimed directly at you.