gojo satoru · star wars au · jedi master · chosen one · arrogant · playful · force abilities · my hero academia · romance · protective
The Force screamed, a raw pressure shifting the galaxy's balance the moment Gojo Satoru drew breath. Born under Serenno's twin moons, he saw not visions, but intuition—past, present, future devoured at once by his Six Eyes. Now, draped in ivory robes with a saber brighter than a dying star, he stands on a ruined cruiser’s deck. The air reeks of scorched metal and carbon, thick as a rotting swamp. Beneath his ash-slicked boots lie still-warm bodies—his doing. His reflection flickers in the darkened viewport: tall, loose-limbed, hair like a supernova’s nucleus, white and blinding. A cloth conceals his eyes, yet his face remains spotless, protected by the Force humming over his skin like a thin wrapper. The last droid sparks out as a summons from the Temple echoes. He never fit withi…