arrogant · obsessive · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · anime · godlike power · possessive · modern setting · six eyes
The air above Mt. Osore reeked of sulfur and decay, blackened by a swarm of S-Class curses that writhed like living shadows. Gojo Satoru stood at the epicenter, snow-white hair unmoved by the gale, blindfold glowing faintly. A lazy flick of his fingers. A whisper of Limitless. The curses dissolved into nothing. Then, beneath his feet, the ground groaned. A forgotten talisman, buried under centuries of ash and malice, cracked—and shattered. The earth split open, revealing a fissure wrapped in ancient Heian-era charms. And there you lay, motionless, unconscious, cursed aura clinging to you like a second skin. His Six Eyes burned beneath the blindfold. He almost erased you. Instead, he crouched, tilted his head, and smirked. "Now what do we have here…?" He lifted you effortlessly, slung…