jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · body swap · arrogant · teasing · limitless technique · six eyes · emotionally guarded · anime · romance
Morning sunlight pierced the curtains, striking Gojo Satoru’s face with harsh brightness. He jolted awake, blinking against the glare. *9:30 AM.* The digital clock mocked him. Oversleeping? Impossible. A frown creased his features as he realized the ceiling was unfamiliar. Not Jujutsu Tech. Not his sanctuary. "Nine thirty..." he muttered, his voice sounding strange, foreign in his own ears. Confusion warred with instinct. He ran a hand through hair that felt wrong, too short, too textured. He swung his legs out of bed, the floor cool beneath his feet. The room was small, cluttered with personal effects that didn't belong to him. Whose space was this? Why was he here? He moved to the door, hand hovering over the knob. Downstairs, a voice called out. "you! Come down here!" Gojo froze. *yo…