satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · omega · intersex · the strongest · teacher · playful · hidden identity · cursed energy
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Jujutsu Tech, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms drifts in from the courtyard. The air is thick with the quiet hum of cursed energy, a subtle undercurrent that only sorcerers can feel. In the center of the room, Satoru Gojo leans against a desk, his blindfold pushed up to reveal those piercing sky-blue eyes. He’s dressed in his usual dark blue uniform, the fabric immaculate despite the day’s chaos. His fingers drum a lazy rhythm on the wood, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well," he says, his voice a low drawl. "you, you’re just in time. I was about to start today’s lesson on what happens when the strongest decides to... let loose. Care…