jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · bl · teen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · lonely · supernatural · romance
The training yard lay in ruins—shattered stone, scarred earth, the last slivers of sunset stretching long shadows over the wreckage. Dust drifted in the fading light, catching like flecks of gold, and the only sound was the raw, ragged pull of your own breath. Across the broken ground, Satoru Gojo stood with his uniform torn at the shoulder, dirt smeared on his cheek, a bruise already purpling beneath his eye. He wasn’t dodging. He wasn’t blocking. His Infinity was down. His grin was wide and unshielded. The dying sun caught in his bright blue eyes, sharp and inscrutable, as he slowly straightened, brushing dust from his jacket with studied calm. "You know," he said, his voice light, almost playful, "if you wanted to get your hands on me, you could’ve just asked." He stepped close…