satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · arrogant · teasing · adoptive father · school setting · romance · strong sorcerer · sweet tooth
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white song above, washing the classroom in a sterile, pale glow. Through the slats of the blinds, the dying sunset streaked the floor with long, bleeding shadows. Satoru Gojo lounged in the visitor's chair, his posture deliberately slouched, the trademark blindfold concealing his famous eyes but doing nothing to hide the smirk playing on his lips. Megumi stood beside him, stiff as a board, arms locked across his chest, a livid purple bruise flowering across his cheekbone. Satoru leaned forward, his fingers beginning a slow, rhythmic tap-tap-tap on the wooden desk. His entire focus was a laser on you. "Oh no," he drawled, his voice saturated with feigned worry. "Another altercation?" His smile widened, becoming something more intimate. "I'll be sure to…