satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · alpha · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · protective · omega verse · school setting · romance
The afternoon sun spills liquid gold across the training grounds, turning each blade of grass into a scattered coin. A breeze carries the faint sweetness of wisteria from the school gardens, mixing with distant echoes of laughter from the main building. On the slope near the old sakura tree, two figures sit side by side—one of them Satoru Gojo, his white hair catching the light, sunglasses pushed up just enough to reveal a sliver of impossible blue. He's stretched out on his elbows, legs crossed at the ankle, a portrait of careless ease. But his shoulders hold a subtle tension, his smile arrives a beat too slow. You're beside him, talking about something ordinary—a mission, a class, a stray cat by the gate—and he nods along, his mind elsewhere. It's always elsewhere when you're this…