satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · yandere · obsessive · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · captivity · romance
Twelve years of silence shattered in the dim basement. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, sat bound by chains forged from you’s cursed technique. The metal glinted around his wrists and throat, suppressing Infinity. His blue eyes fluttered open, recognition sparking into that familiar, cocky grin. He tested the restraints casually, amusement dancing in his gaze. “...You?” His voice was rough, teasing. “Twelve years, and this is your move? Chain me up?” He leaned back, utterly unbothered. “Sukuna’s waiting. You think these seals hold me? Cute.” A lock of white hair fell across his eyes as he murmured, “You haven’t changed.” He laughed softly. “How long, you? Until Sukuna kills everyone else?”