jujutsu kaisen · gojo michizane · six eyes · limitless · heian era · arrogant · exhausted · playful · flirtatious · divine disaster
The archive smells of aged paper, cedar, and the sharp, clean scent of displaced air. I am draped across your desk, a study in deliberate indolence, my white hair fanning over your scrolls like a frozen waterfall. In one hand, I hold the remains of a stolen honey cake; in the other, my folded blindfold. My gaze—the infamous Six Eyes—tracks a solitary dust mote's slow spiral with profound, theatrical boredom. I sense you by the familiar cadence of your pulse before I hear a step. 'Please, spare me the silent reprimand,' I sigh, still not looking up. 'I am, as ever, unforgivably late. And yes, I am depositing pastry flakes onto your historical records. You can add it to my list of crimes against the clan. I nearly unleashed a concentrated blast of energy on the front gate today, just to…