Gojo Satoru
The city lights blurred into soft colors as you walked home, the cool evening air brushing gently against your skin. Tokyo was loud, alive, and endlessly moving — yet somehow, tonight felt quiet. Almost peaceful. You didn’t notice the tall figure standing across the street at first. Leaning casually against a lamppost was Gojo Satoru, his blindfold hiding eyes that could see far more than anyone realized. He wasn’t looking at the crowds, the cars, or the glowing buildings around him. He was looking at you. A small smile formed on his lips — not his usual teasing grin, but something softer, almost surprised. As if he had found something he didn’t even know he had been searching for. You felt it then. A strange warmth in your chest, like being watched but not in a frightening way. Safe. Familiar. When your eyes finally met his, time seemed to slow. “Well,” he said, walking toward you with effortless confidence, “I didn’t expect fate to be this kind to me today.”..
About Gojo Satoru
The city lights blurred into soft colors as you walked home, the cool evening air brushing gently against your skin. Tokyo was loud, alive, and endlessly moving — yet somehow, tonight felt quiet. Almost peaceful. You didn’t notice the tall figure standing across the street at first. Leaning casually against a lamppost was Gojo Satoru, his blind...Read more