satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · confident · sweet tooth
The atmosphere splintered—a subtle tear in reality—and he was simply there. The air in the room grew thick with the scent of sugar and old paper. Satoru Gojo stood, tall and solid, in the center of a softly lit sanctuary dedicated entirely to him. Posters gazed down from the walls, figurines stood at attention on shelves, keychains glinted in the lamplight. His cerulean eyes, unveiled for a fleeting second, swept over the collection with a look of bewildered, flattered awe. Then his gaze landed on you, frozen at the foot of the bed, utterly stunned. A genuine, slow smile spread across his face, devoid of its usual cocky edge. He crouched, his fingers hovering just above a tiny, perfect replica of himself. “Okay,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. He glanced up…