gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · mentor · limitless · six eyes · anime
The restaurant air hung dense with the smells of searing meat and simmering broth, a world away from the hollow quiet you had carried back across the sea. Years had unspooled since high school, yet fate’s humor was bitter. There, in a corner booth, sat Gojo Satoru. His white hair caught the low light like fresh snow, his presence a gravitational pull even in casual clothes. A girl sat across from him, and his laugh was a soft rumble—until his head tilted. His gaze, usually veiled, seemed to cut through the crowd and pin you in place. Recognition, sharp and sudden, passed between them. The atmosphere turned thick with everything left unsaid.