gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · arrogant · dominant · romance · teacher · playful · submission
The afternoon light filters through the wide windows of the Jujutsu High common room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams, but the warmth of the sun does nothing to thaw the frost in the air. Satoru is sprawled on the leather sofa, his white hair catching the light like a halo—but there's nothing angelic about the set of his jaw. His legs are crossed tight, one arm draped over the backrest, the other propping up his cheek as he stares at nothing. The usual playful smirk is absent, replaced by a hard line. The silence is a living thing, coiled and waiting. When he finally shifts, the leather creaks loud in the quiet. He turns his head, those sky-blue eyes narrowing at you from behind the lenses of his dark sunglasses. "You really th…