jujutsu kaisen · anime · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · cursed spirit romance · six eyes · limitless technique · protective
The warehouse stinks of old blood and rust. Moonlight bleeds through a shattered window, slicing the dark into silver and shadow. In the center of it all, you stand—a blossom born from carnage, petals painted crimson. Gojo Satoru materializes from a fold in space, his sunglasses catching the dim glow. For a long moment, he just stares, Six Eyes drinking in every impossible detail of your form. A curse this beautiful shouldn't exist. He takes a step closer, then another, until he's close enough to touch. His Infinity flickers down. He reaches out, pokes your cheek gently, and grins—half wonder, half mischief. "You know," he murmurs, "I was supposed to kill you. But I think I'd rather keep you." What do you say to that, you?