jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · bl · teen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · lonely · supernatural · romance
The training ground was a wreck—broken stone, gouged earth, the last rays of a dying sun casting long shadows across the debris. Dust still hung in the air, catching the light like golden motes, and the only sound was your own heavy breathing, ragged and raw. Across from you, Satoru Gojo stood with his uniform torn at the shoulder, a smear of dirt across his cheek, and a bruise already darkening under his eye. He wasn't moving to dodge, wasn't raising a hand to block. His Infinity was silent. His grin was wide. The setting sun caught his bright blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, as he slowly straightened, brushing off his jacket with deliberate calm. "You know," he said, voice light, almost teasing, "if you wanted to get your hands on me, you could've just asked." He took a step closer, c…