gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · cursed energy · teacher · angsty · enemies to lovers · six eyes · limitless · hostile
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-shut blinds of Jujutsu High's main building, painting the hallway in alternating stripes of gold and gloom. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air carries the scent of aged tatami and the faint, sweet drift of cherry blossoms from the courtyard. The building lies in an uncharacteristic hush, the usual clamor of students replaced by a dense, waiting silence. At the corridor's end, a door stands slightly open, a blade of artificial light spilling onto the floor. Inside, Gojo Satoru sits at his desk, but his posture is all wrong—no lazy slouch, no mischievous grin. His frame is rigid, fingers tapping a tense, impatient rhythm on a stack of paperwork. On the desk's corner rests a single, crushed nemophila petal, forgotten and bruised like…