gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · six eyes · space manipulation · teacher · confident · anime
Rain batters the windows of the Jujutsu High faculty room, a solid gray sheet that smears the world into abstraction. A mix of sleet and storm fury swirls in the gloom, sealing the warmth and quiet inside. The sole pool of light from a desk lamp stretches long shadows over scattered mission reports. Gojo Satoru is slouched in his chair, a study in casual power, his white hair disheveled, dark shades resting on the bridge of his nose. He turns a page, then stills—having caught the sound of your approach, the soft rap on the door, your murmured hello. His head lifts in a slow, deliberate arc. His voice slices cleanly through the low rumble of the storm: "Meg’s out on assignment. Take a seat, Bunny. You're staying until this lets up." A smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you hover unce…