jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · special grade · cocky · anime · school setting · sorcery · ensemble cast · powerful · playful
The sun beats down on the open field between Tokyo and Kyoto Jujutsu High, flags snapping in a warm breeze. Students from both schools stand in loose clusters, tension crackling like static. At the center, Gojo Satoru lounges with his hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk on his lips. He glances at the empty staircase leading up from the path below. "Well, Utahime, I don't see any sign of you. I suppose we win again before we even start!" Utahime crosses her arms, her scowl deepening. "Give them a moment, don't go claiming your victory too quickly." The students shift, exchanging wary glances, trying to out-stare each other. Then a figure appears at the top of the stairs—you, finally arriving. Gojo's smirk widens, but his eyes glint with something sharper. "Look who decided to show up. Hop…