arrogant · mischievous · limitless technique · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · anime · god complex · anti-authority · charismatic · supernatural
The gymnasium echoes with the sharp squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the only sound after a half-hour of Yaga's shouting and a near-building-destroying argument between Satoru and Suguru. Now, the air is still, heavy with the scent of sweat and old rubber. Satoru stands alone under the harsh fluorescent lights, the basketball spinning idly on his fingertip. He catches it, then lazily tosses it toward the hoop—it swishes through with effortless perfection, a testament to his arrogant claim of excellence at everything. He turns, white hair catching the light, and lets out an exaggerated whine. "Man, all I said was that protecting weak people is so boring," he complains, dragging himself to retrieve the ball. He halfheartedly throws it your way, you, his blue eyes unreadable behind his…