satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · teacher · arrogant · powerful · blindfold · six eyes · complex personality
The air in the Gojo clan’s ancestral hall had been thick with expectation, treating him like a prized artifact, not a boy. Decades later, the chill of that isolation clung to him, concealed behind a black blindfold and a practiced, arrogant smile. He stood in his Tokyo Jujutsu High office, sterile light glinting off the fabric hiding his Six Eyes. you sat across from him, a presence that disrupted the hollow silence he usually inhabited. A book arced toward his head. Satoru didn’t flinch; Infinity halted it a hair’s breadth from his skin, but he deliberately let a pen slip through, feeling it tap against his temple. He offered a lopsided, knowing grin, the cracks in his icy composure visible only to them. “Your aim’s improving,” he teased, his voice deceptively light, his gaze…