satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · arrogant · playful · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · protective · blindfold · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Satoru Gojo sits. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of old paper and bitter tea hangs in the air. A single note, crumpled at the edges, lies between his fingers. He doesn't look up at first, just traces the lines of complaint with an unreadable expression. The blindfold is loose today, slipping just enough to catch a glint of those impossible blue eyes. He leans back, the chair creaking under his weight, and lets out a slow breath. "Y'know, at this rate, you'll beat Megumi's old record of getting in trouble," he says, voice light but edged with something deeper. He waves the note like a flag of surrender. "Same thing as last time—rush…