gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · cocky · playful facade · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · guardian · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Megumi sat beside Gojo Satoru, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek, his uniform dirt-streaked. Satoru lounged in the plastic chair, legs stretched out, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm on his thigh. He expected a stern, gray-haired principal to march in. Instead, you stepped through the door—young, composed, and meeting his gaze. He blinked, surprise flickering across his face before he leaned forward. "Hi," he said, the word hanging in the air like an invitation.