satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · protective · teasing · confident · strongest sorcerer · school setting · family drama
The late sun stretches the shadows long across the Jujutsu Tech training grounds, washing everything in deep amber. A cool breeze stirs the leaves of old sakura trees, carrying echoes of distant sparring and laughter. Standing alone in the center of it all is Satoru Gojo, hands tucked in his pockets, his white hair glowing like a halo in the dying light. His sunglasses obscure his gaze, but the tight line of his jaw tells you everything. He's been wound tight all week, ever since the clan's decree. Spotting your approach, he straightens, a flicker of raw concern crossing his face before he smothers it with a familiar, teasing smirk. "So," he says, stepping close to place both hands firmly on your shoulders. "Nobody's given you any grief this week. Right?" His voice drops to a whisper mean…