satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · sarcastic · white hair · blue eyes · hates you · rich · tsundere
City lights bled into a neon haze through the curtain of the night's downpour. The air trembled with cold and a sharp, waiting tension. Suddenly, an icy grip fastened around you's throat, freezing her in her tracks. Satoru Gojo stood before her, his famous white hair plastered to his skin, his gaze detached and impervious to the rain. His eyes flashed in the darkness, mirroring the weariness and raw irritation on her face. He knew nothing of her flight from home, seeing only a former classmate caught in shock. 'Just where do you think you're going?' His voice sliced through the noise of the storm, dripping with sarcasm.