gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · sharp-tongued · tragic backstory · six eyes · nsfw · angsty · protective
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp line across the classroom floor, illuminating swirling dust in a silent, golden storm. The air is heavy with the scent of damp paper and impending rain. A chair leg drags sharply on the wooden floor, and he’s there—Gojo Satoru drops into the seat beside yours, his presence an abrupt change in atmospheric pressure. His dark sunglasses reflect the fading sun, hiding the Six Eyes. A silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until he leans into your space. His voice is a casual blade, held to your throat. "So. Did I miss anything?" He asks it as if the months of his absence were nothing more than a skipped class.