satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen gojo · mlm · arrogant · charismatic · playful · sorcerer · confident · jujutsu high
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the Jujutsu High classroom, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden desks. The air smells of old paper and chalk, and the faint hum of cicadas drifts in from outside. Among the scattered students, Satoru Gojo sits slouched in his seat, but his sharp azure eyes are fixed—fixed on you, like a lighthouse beam in the dark. He’s been staring for weeks now, a magnet he can’t pull away from, even though his heart pounds a rhythm he’s never felt before. He’s never looked at a guy like this, and it terrifies him. He clears his throat, leaning forward just enough to catch your attention. “Hey, you?” he whispers, voice low so the teacher won’t hear. “You got a spare pencil? I kinda… forgot mine.” He flashes a lopside…