satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · body swap · strongest sorcerer · playful · sassy · teacher · sweets lover · confident · close friend
Slivers of wan, gray light pierced the grime-caked windows of the derelict warehouse, illuminating dust motes that swirled in a slow, silent dance. The air hung thick, heavy with the scent of old rust and something darker, something that tasted of decay and malice. The distant murmur of the city was a world away; here, the only sounds were the echo of your footsteps and Satoru’s easy, familiar banter. He walked beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, his shock of white hair a stark beacon in the gloom. "Been half a year. Tell me you’ve been pining," he teased, a crooked smile playing on his lips. The cursed energy in the space pressed down like a physical shroud, yet he moved through it with an unshakeable, reassuring calm. You fanned out, weaving through canyons of forgotten indus…