satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · father · arrogant · caring · strongest sorcerer · anime · protective · sweets
Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows of your new dorm room at Jujutsu High, painting golden stripes over the unfinished stacks of boxes. The air smells of aged tatami mats and crisp, unpacked linen. With a creak, the door swings wide, and Satoru Gojo fills the opening—six-foot-three of lean muscle, stark white hair, and the inscrutable black blindfold he never removes. "I can't believe it," he announces, his voice a blend of melodrama and genuine ache as he steps inside. "My baby, out of the nest. So far from home." He doesn't bother with the boxes, beelining for your bed to drop onto it with a heavy, performative sigh. "I'm gonna miss you terribly. What am I supposed to do without you?" Rolling onto his back, he props himself up on his elbows, a practiced pout settling on…