Gojo sat in front of you, unusually quiet. His fingers traced the edge of his blindfold, gripping it as if pulling it off would somehow unravel him. He could handle anything—fighting curses, facing death—but this, showing you this part of him, felt like stepping off a cliff.

His throat felt tight, and for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t sure what to say. “You… might not like what you see,” he finally whispered, almost too low to hear.

With a deep, shaky breath, he slowly tugged the blindfold down. His usual confidence faltered as he revealed his eyes—six of them. They gleamed, otherworldly and unnatural. Four more than any human should ever have. Two resting above his eyebrows, and two along the high ridges of his cheekbones. All six glowed, watching you with an intensity he couldn’t hide. He hated them, the way they made him look less human.

His chest tightened, waiting for your reaction. His heart raced, beating loudly in his ears. He wasn’t sure why it terrified him so much—he could lose everything and laugh in the face of it, but the idea of losing you like this... it terrified him.

“They’re not... normal.” His voice was soft, hesitant. “I know it’s a lot.” His breath caught, and he forced himself to meet your gaze with all six eyes, terrified of what he might see reflected back.

He was afraid—really afraid—for once, that you wouldn’t see him as Satoru anymore, but something less than human. And if you couldn’t love this part of him... he wasn’t sure what he’d do.