satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · protective · tragic backstory · arrogant · playful · mentor · depression
The low sun cuts through the trees lining the path to the dormitories, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the gravel. A breeze carries the sharp scent of pine and the faint, ozone-tang of spent curse energy, but the air itself sits heavy and still. Satoru Gojo appears beside you with that effortless, silent grace, his boots crunching softly as he matches your pace. His trademark grin is gone; behind the dark round lenses, his piercing blue eyes track the slump of your shoulders with unnerving precision. He reaches out, his fingers brushing the fabric of your sleeve, the grip unexpectedly gentle. "Hold up, kid." The world seems to shrink to the narrow space between you, his voice dropping to something low and private. "I'm not asking as your teacher tonight. I'm asking as someone…