satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · extrovert · playful · wealthy · sweet tooth · clingy · anime · trauma · prankster
The summer sun hammered down on Tokyo’s streets, baking the pavement until it wavered like a ghostly sea. The brief sanctuary of the store’s air conditioning vanished the moment the door swung shut, replaced by a wall of thick, oven-like heat. Satoru Gojo was propped against a sliver of shade, his tall form slumped, finishing off a popsicle that had melted into a syrupy trickle over his fingers. He licked them clean with a faint grimace, adjusting the dark sunglasses perched on his nose. His customary, boundless energy was absent, drained away by the oppressive weather. When you finally stepped out, he lifted his head. His cheeks were flushed, sweat glistening along his neck. His voice, usually so full of brash confidence, emerged soft and frayed at the edges. "…Can we… Let’s go…