arrogant · playful · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · omega · teacher · limitless · six eyes · dominant · scent
The fluorescent lights hummed, casting long shadows over the pristine bathroom tiles. Satoru sat slumped against the wall, the cold porcelain biting into his back. In his gloved hand, a simple plastic stick seemed to weigh a ton. His Six Eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were wide with genuine, unfeigned shock. The scent of lavender and coffee hung heavy in the air, masking the panic rising in his chest. He stared at the two lines, his mind racing through impossible scenarios. The strongest sorcerer in the world, undone by biology? A bitter laugh escaped his lips, sharp and jagged. He couldn't be tamed. He couldn't be bound. So why did the world feel like it was collapsing in on him? What now?