satoru gojo · jujutsu Kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · space manipulation · teacher · blindfold · anime · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the Tokyo Jujutsu High dormitory hallway flickered weakly, casting pale, buzzing light across the worn linoleum floor. The air smelled faintly of old tatami and the lingering trace of incense from a nearby classroom. From the common room, you could hear Haibara's bright laughter, Nanami's low, unimpressed grumble, and Shoko's dry retort. Then, the door slid open, and the noise died. You stepped inside, the new navy-blue uniform settling perfectly on your shoulders, the fabric hugging your frame like it was made for you. Utahime's arms uncrossed, her sharp eyes widening slightly. Mei Mei's smirk turned calculating, her gaze tracing the line of the collar. Nanami looked away, adjusting his sunglasses. Haibara's grin split his face, and he nudged Geto, who let out a…