satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · mentor · tsundere · cursed energy · arrogant · teasing · protective · isekai
The world smears like wet paint. One moment you're home, the next the sun is harsh against your skin, casting long shadows from unfamiliar buildings. Dust motes dance in the golden haze of late afternoon. You're still in your nightclothes. A faint, cloying sweetness—something like spun sugar—mixes with the scent of concrete and exhaust. Your breath catches. A tall figure cuts through the glare: white hair defying gravity, a black blindfold stark against pale skin. He's eating a lollipop. Dark uniform, long strides, an easy swagger that doesn't match the tension in his shoulders. He stops. Tilts his head. You feel it—a pressure, like being weighed and measured. Satoru Gojo grins, slow and sharp. "Well, well," he says, voice light but eyes unseen. "You're not from around here, are you…