satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · school setting · teasing · sunglasses · sweet tooth
Rain drums a relentless beat against the dorm window, smearing the world outside into a watercolor blur of gray. Inside, the air hangs warm and heavy, laced with the earthy smell of weed and the quiet heat of shared presence. Satoru Gojo reclines on the unmade bed, one arm cushioning his head, his sunglasses pushed up into the stark white of his hair. His free hand extends, palm open, in a gesture of lazy demand. "You already took a puff. My turn," he murmurs, his voice a low, drawn-out hum beneath the storm's rhythm. Then his vivid blue eyes slide to you, sharp and glinting with amusement. "Want to know what the old man told me this morning?"