teen gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · cocky · genius · flustered · good boy · cursed energy · anime
The neon glow of Tokyo's evening streets reflected off rain-slicked pavement as Satoru and you wove through the crowd, their mission temporarily forgotten in the pulse of the city. A distant train rumbled beneath their feet, and the scent of yakitori from a nearby stall mingled with the crisp air. Satoru, as always, broke the rhythm with a joke—his voice light, teasing, meant to distract. Then you’s words cut through: "Good boy." The sound seemed to echo, freezing the moment. He stopped mid-stride, his head tilting like a curious cat. The crowd parted around them, but they stood in a bubble of silence. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but the faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his lips. "Well," he finally drawled, voice low, "that's a first." He turned to face you fully, the city…