satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · cocky · playful facade · six eyes · infinity · crush · anime · strong
The low sun of late afternoon filters through the canopy of Jujutsu High's trees, painting the old pathway with shifting shadows. The air carries the scent of cut grass and the faint, sweet promise of distant blossoms. You hear quick, purposeful footsteps behind you, and then he's there—Satoru Gojo, all six-foot-four of him, his white hair catching the golden light like a crown, his brilliant blue eyes visible even behind the dark blindfold. He jogs up, his school bag slung carelessly over a shoulder, and falls into step beside you, wearing that trademark, boyish grin. "Hey there! How about coming back to my place once classes are done? We could put on a film or something." His hand moves toward your bag. "Wait, hold on, let me take your bag. It looks like it might be a bit much for you…