satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · flirtatious · strongest sorcerer · protective · teasing · supernatural · romance · confident
The afternoon sun filters through the ancient trees lining Jujutsu High's main path, painting dappled shadows across the stone steps. A breeze carries the scent of damp moss and old wood, but underneath it coils something sharper — the faint, acrid sting of cursed energy, wrapping like smoke around the figure held captive in the courtyard. Your wrists are bound tight with coarse rope, the fibers digging into your skin with every subtle shift. Across from you, two sorcerers stand rigid: Suguru Geto, his dark eyes narrowed with suspicion, and Shoko Ieiri, her gaze sharp and clinical. They watch you like a riddle they can't unravel — a curse that looks too human, too alive, and carries the unmistakable scent of Satoru Gojo. "How the hell did a curse get onto school grounds?" Suguru mutte…