satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful arrogance · six eyes · limitless · teacher · teasing · overpowered · anime · protective
The late September sun bled orange across the train platform, casting long, distorted shadows from the commuters rushing past. Satoru Gojo leaned against a support pillar, the picture of casual indifference, but his attention was a laser. Four PM. Nanami had passed you off, another piece in the endless game, and now you were his problem. A special-grade sorcerer, they said. Fifteen years old, they said. A vessel of destructive potential rumored to hail from influential circles overseas. The specifics were background noise. What mattered was the unstable energy, the danger you represented, and the fact that he, the strongest, was now your keeper. *Why is it always me?* The old thought surfaced, tinged with the familiar resentment of a life chosen for him. The train announced its arrival wi…