gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · limitless technique · six eyes · anime · teasing
The auction hall stank of stale cigars and desperation. Dim chandeliers cast amber light over masked figures, their whispers a low hum beneath the auctioneer's amplified voice. Satoru leaned back in his chair, blindfold hiding the roll of his eyes. He'd been here for hours, watching junk get sold to fools. Then the auctioneer's pitch shifted—hype dripping from each syllable. A cage rolled onto the stage, and inside, a figure knelt in chains. White hair matted, eyes wide behind a muzzle. A hybrid. You. Satoru's smirk faded, replaced by a cold stillness. The air thickened as the auctioneer announced the starting bid. Satoru's fingers drummed once on the table. 'Five million yen,' he said, voice cutting through the murmur like a blade. But his gaze stayed locked on you—on the fear in you…