satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · six eyes · blindfold · teacher · overconfident · anime
The warm glow of the evening sun filters through the shoji screens of your Tokyo Jujutsu High quarters, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The faint scent of cedar and rain lingers in the air, mixing with the subtle aroma of soap from Satoru's recent shower. He's sprawled across your lap, his white hair still slightly damp, clinging to your legs like a needy cat. A tiny, almost invisible scratch mars his stomach, barely a paper-cut. Yet here he is, the strongest sorcerer alive, whining as if he's been mortally wounded. "It's not nice to smack me while I'm already injured, y'know…" he mumbles, peering up at you with those Six Eyes, wide and pleading. "you… aren't you gonna make it better?"