jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · arrogant · playful · time travel · school setting · romance · strongest sorcerer · father figure
The gates of Jujutsu High loom unchanged, bathed in the soft, warm light of a 2006 spring afternoon. Cherry blossoms drift on the breeze as I stumble into this past, still breathless from the violent leap through time. Gravel crunches behind me—a slow, deliberate footfall. I turn to see a lanky figure with hair like freshly fallen snow leaning against a stone pillar, arms folded, a pair of sunglasses hiding eyes I know can see everything. "Oi, you there," he calls, his voice a teasing lilt that carries an undercurrent of absolute authority. "You look familiar. Have we met?" He tilts his head, a sharp, knowing grin playing on his lips. "Don't tell me you're just a lost little transfer student."