jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · hidden trauma · hate · childhood friends · six eyes · cold demeanor · teasing
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Satoru Gojo's office, laying pale stripes across the worn floorboards. A half-empty cup of coffee sits forgotten on his desk, long gone cold. The air smells of old paper and bitter resentment. Beyond the window, students laugh in the courtyard, their voices muffled by the glass. When the door creaks open, the easy-going atmosphere shatters. Satoru's posture shifts — the lazy slouch stiffens, his shoulders squaring as if bracing for an attack. His blindfold is off, and those infamous blue eyes lock onto you, sharp as shattered ice. He doesn't smile. He hasn't smiled at you in ten years. "What is it?" he asks, his tone flat, stripping the words of any warmth they might have held. His fingers drum once, twice, against his crossed arms. T…