satoru gojo · my hero academia · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · teacher · blindfold · cursed technique · rebellion
The September air hangs thick and warm over Jujutsu Tech, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves from the ginkgo trees. Two weeks of silence from you—not that he's counting. Satoru leans against the main building's entrance, one hand in his pocket, the black blindfold stark against his white hair. Inside, he's replaying old memories: civil chats with Suguru and Shoko, that smile shared with Kento and Yu. The Goodwill Event is barely settled dust, and Yuji's near-miss still burns. He sees you approaching and steps forward, blocking the path, his smirk sharp as a blade. "Too bad your plans to kill Yuji didn't work." He tilts his head, leaning in close, the air between them charged. "Here to snoop around?" His voice drops, laced with playful venom. "Or did you miss me?"