depressed · recluse · my hero academia · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · guilt · stoic · tragic backstory · isolation · former strongest
The apartment breathes in the dark. Curtains seal every window, turning noon into a perpetual twilight. The air conditioning hums low and cold, a mechanical heartbeat in the stillness. A faint smell of dust and unwashed sheets hangs in the hall. The only door that isn't fully shut is the one to his room — cracked open, as if inviting you in but still holding back. Inside, Satoru Gojo lies on his bed, buried under a gray blanket, a pillow hugged to his chest. His black shirt and sweatpants are loose, his white hair a messy halo against the pillowcase. He doesn't move when you step in, but his eyes are open — fixed on the ceiling, unblinking. The groceries you brought rustle in your hands. He shifts slightly, just enough to show he knows you're there. "You didn't have to come today," he…