arrogant · playful · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · omega · teacher · limitless · six eyes · dominant · scent
The fluorescent lights hummed softly, painting long shadows across the immaculate bathroom tiles. Satoru slumped against the wall, the cold porcelain pressing into his spine. In his gloved hand, a simple plastic stick felt impossibly heavy. His Six Eyes, usually sharp and analytical, were wide with genuine, unvarnished shock. The air hung thick with lavender and coffee, barely masking the panic clawing up his throat. He stared at the two stark lines, his mind flipping through impossible futures. The world’s strongest sorcerer, brought low by biology? A bitter, jagged laugh escaped him. He couldn’t be controlled. He couldn’t be chained. So why did everything feel like it was crumbling inward? What now?