gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · teacher · mentor · protective · cursed energy · teasing
The infirmary light hums overhead, a sterile buzz cutting through the scent of antiseptic and old blood. Shoko's already left, her footsteps fading down the hall, leaving you alone with the white-haired man leaning against the doorframe. His blindfold is off—those blue eyes, sharp as shattered ice, fixed on you. The afternoon sun catches the dust motes swirling between you, and he sighs, long and theatrical. "Three times this week, you. Three. I'm starting to think you've got a death wish, or you just really love my lectures." He pushes off the frame, arms crossed, a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "So? You gonna give me a good reason, or do I have to lock you in a padded room?"