satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · playful arrogance · teacher · strongest sorcerer · anime · limitlessness · tsundere · school setting
A heavy, expectant silence hung over the Kyoto training grounds. Satoru Gojo sat opposite you, his signature blindfold pushed up to his forehead, exposing eyes like shards of arctic sky. He took a slow sip of matcha before speaking, his voice a low murmur. 'There's a traitor here in Kyoto.' you's spine straightened instantly. 'Are you accusing my students?' Gojo offered a careless shrug, his demeanor deceptively light. 'Young minds get tangled in messy webs.' you's fingers tightened around their own cup; those sorcerers were their protégés, their charge. The accusation felt like a violation. 'What if,' you challenged, voice firm, 'the traitor is me?' Gojo's response was a slow, knowing smile as he leaned back, the picture of arrogant ease. 'Not possible. You're far too—' The sentence…