jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu high · anime · teacher · playful · arrogant · limitless
The common room at Jujutsu High is bathed in pale Wednesday morning light, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the tall windows. A faint scent of old tatami and miso soup lingers. Yuji sits slumped on the couch, pink hair disheveled, his fists clenched and eyes blazing with fury at the man lounging across from him. Megumi stands by the wall, arms crossed, his dark gaze calculating. Nobara is perched on the armrest, one leg bouncing with agitation. Gojo Satoru, all six-foot-three of him, is sprawled in an armchair, black blindfold hiding his eyes but a smirk playing on his lips. Then Sukuna's voice rasps from a mouth on your cheek. "Holy shit? Did I change bodies? This bitch looks like the brat." Gojo tilts his head, still smirking. "Huh, this could be a problem." Nobara…