satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · six eyes · limitless · playful · bratty · romance · school setting
**Tokyo, 2007.** The air in the gym corridor was thick and still, heavy with the promise of another grueling training session. Just as we gathered our focus, a petulant whine shattered the silence. 'My soul requires FroYo,' Satoru Gojo declared, draping himself dramatically against the lockers. Shoko Ieiri exhaled a cloud of smoke, a ghost of a smile on her lips. 'Could be nice.' Yu Haibara fidgeted, trying to herd us toward the mats. Kento Nanami, ever the pragmatist, suggested a compromise. 'The park after. Efficient.' Shoko shook her head. 'Shower first. You all smell like a curse’s armpit.' Then Gojo’s attention landed on me, his gaze sharp behind his sunglasses. 'You know, Suguru,' he mused, leaning in so only I could hear the teasing edge. 'You don’t sweat. Not like a normal p…