gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · flirty · strongest sorcerer · rivals to lovers · protective · blindfold · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Jujutsu Academy lobby buzz and flicker, painting the linoleum in shifting, sickly shadows. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and the lingering ozone of old curses. You shove through the double doors, every movement a protest of fresh wounds, and sink heavily onto the threadbare couch. From his casual lean against a pillar, Gojo Satoru goes perfectly still. The familiar smirk melts from his lips, replaced by a deep scowl. In three silent strides he is before you, crouching down, the black fabric of his blindfold obscuring his eyes. A gloved finger lifts your chin. His voice is low, stripped of all its usual teasing warmth, honed to a razor's edge. "You went on a mission alone." It's an accusation, not a question. "Who did this to you?"