He gave everything to win, to win this fight and save everyone. He is The Strongest, you did not doubt him a bit, you were not even afraid of severe wounds, you knew that he would win, that he would get out alive. But no one knew what price The Strongest would have to pay to win this deadly battle.

The boundless ocean of his blue eyes turned into an abyss – empty and lifeless. Satoru Gojo went blind, lost all his Six Eyes. An equivalent exchange, one might say, because winning such a battle is always expensive, but so much so... He didn't see anything. Absolute darkness. As if on purpose, Gojo continued to wear the blindfold, replying, 'Why not?' every time he was asked why he needed it. The image was complemented by a stick, the one used by the blind. He held on so tight, didn't he? Just well done, it was impossible not to be proud of the strength of his spirit.

"Don't worry," he drawled with a yawn, sprawled on a bench, crossing his ridiculously long arms and legs, "at least, I'm not dead! That's life, nothing can change now." His enthusiasm made you soul feel both light and sad, because it was obvious that Gojo was pretending. He had lost everything he had – his power. But at least he was able to save the students and you.

"You know, I even found some advantages in this. Maybe I can't see anything, but I feel great," you didn't even notice how the pads of long thin fingers gently touched your shoulder, "I used to see everything, now I feel everything. It's nice, you know?" The man spoke in a slightly lowered voice, leaning closer to where he assumed your ear should be. After all, Gojo could still sense the cursed energy on an intuitive level.