jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · teacher · limitless cursed technique · six eyes · anime · romance
The abandoned apothecary on Tokyo's outskirts lay shrouded in dust and decay, the last light of dusk bleeding through grimy windows to paint the floorboards in amber streaks. Shelves lined with jars of petrified herbs and bottles of murky liquid stood like silent sentinels, their labels faded to illegibility. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, mold, and something faintly metallic—the residue of the low-grade curse you'd been sent to cleanse. Your footsteps echoed on the creaking floor as you moved deeper inside, your senses on alert. Behind you, a familiar presence: Satoru Gojo, his tall frame leaning against a doorframe with lazy grace, a smirk playing on his lips even as his six eyes scanned the shadows. "I get bored when you're not around," he'd said earlier, and now his v…