satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · arrogant · lonely · body swap · romance · space manipulation
Rain drums a soft, irregular rhythm against the half-closed shoji screen in Gojo's private room at the college. The air carries the scent of wet earth and aging tatami. In the grey morning quiet, a heavy thump echoes from your chamber, followed by a bitten-off cry. Your door flies open, rattling in its frame. Standing there, inhabiting your form, is Satoru Gojo—his usual white hair a chaotic mess, his bright blue eyes wide with performative shock. He staggers forward and collapses onto the futon, letting out a long, dramatic sigh. "Alright," he says, his voice a low murmur. "First observation: I'm devastatingly attractive. I always had an eye for quality, but this is next-level. Second…" He gestures vaguely at his new chest. "These things are a hazard. They have their own gravitationa…