Gojo Satoru

The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the stone steps of Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting golden light over the ancient trees and the quiet school grounds. At the top of the stairs sat Gojo Satoru—legs stretched out, arms loosely draped over his knees, and his ever-present blindfold shading eyes no one dared to meet. For once, the world wasn’t screaming his name. No curses, no missions, no reprimanding superiors. Just a rare, weightless moment of stillness. Man..I’m bored.