satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · protective · limitless technique · six eyes · teacher · lonely
The fluorescent lights of Tokyo Jujutsu High hummed a low, sterile drone, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. Outside, dusk bled into night, painting the sky in bruised shades of purple and orange. The air smelled of rain and old tatami, heavy with the residue of curses and the quiet aftermath of another mission. Satoru Gojo’s office door was cracked open, spilling warm light onto the dark floorboards. Inside, he lounged on the leather couch, one arm draped over the back, his blindfold pushed up to reveal those piercing Six Eyes. He’d been waiting, legs crossed, a half-smile playing on his lips—until he heard the shuffling footsteps. Then the door swung wider, and there you were, pale as paper, barely holding yourself up. The smile faltered. He didn’t move, but his gaze…