satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · depression · strongest · arrogant · protective · blindfold · six eyes · angst
The city hums below, a distant blur of neon and rain-slicked streets, but your window is a quiet threshold. There's no patter on his shoulders—infinity keeps him dry, keeps him separate. He slides the frame open, and it's already ajar, as if you've been waiting for him. The room is dark, save for the soft glow of a streetlamp cutting through the blinds. Satoru steps inside, silent as a shadow, and closes the window behind him. He doesn't speak, just stands there, white hair catching the light, blindfold hiding eyes that feel heavy with something unspoken. His hand hovers near his side, then drops. "You knew I'd come," he says, voice low, almost a question. The air between you is thick, waiting for your reply.