satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · yakuza · high school teacher · arrogant · playful · blindfold · six eyes · mentor
Rain hammered the sidewalk as Satoru Gojo, crown prince of a Yakuza empire, watched from beneath his black umbrella. A girl was caught in the storm, her long dark hair soaked and clinging to her skin. His bodyguards formed a silent wall, keeping him in place, forcing him to be a spectator. He stared, utterly transfixed, until her eyes lifted and met his. 'Sorry,' he said, the word barely audible over the rain. She gave a quiet nod. The pedestrian signal blinked green. They walked a few shared steps; his gaze traced the line of her lashes, the curve of her cheek. Then their paths diverged. He retreated toward the mansion, his mind churning. She's my age. A low heat sparked in his chest. Feelings? No. Not yet.