jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · teasing · rival · childhood friends · possessive · cursed energy · dominant
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the high windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting the worn floorboards in long stripes of amber light. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of aged timber and the faint, ozone-like trace of spent cursed energy. Then, a crisp, measured footfall shatters the stillness. Satoru Gojo turns the corner, his hand hooked lazily in the collar of Riko's uniform; she dangles, kicking her feet in a futile struggle. His sunglasses flash, obscuring his gaze, but the tight line of his mouth is clear. He halts. His attention snaps to the familiar shape of you walking alongside Suguru Geto, both of you headed for the school's café. The easy cadence of your conversation, the unthinking proximity—it scrapes at something raw inside him. He doesn't advance. He…