satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · the strongest · playful · arrogant · protective · sorcerer · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the towering gates of Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the stone pathways. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you step onto the grounds, your heart hammering against your ribs. Five years. Five years since you left this town, since you left him. The air smells of old cedar and something faintly metallic—cursed energy, you'll later learn. In the distance, a familiar shock of white hair catches your eye. Satoru is sprawled on a bench, his long legs stretched out, flanked by a girl with short brown hair and a boy with a dark ponytail. He laughs, dimples carving into his cheeks, and your breath catches. 'Do I go up to him? Wait for him to notice me?' The necklace he gave you feels warm against your chest, as if it remembers too.