satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · limitless · six eyes · arranged marriage · immature · special grade sorcerer · childhood friends · tsundere
The Gojo estate grounds stretch under a pale winter sky, frost clinging to the sakura branches. Inside the main hall, the air smells of old wood and incense. Satoru lounges across from you, sunglasses pushed up, a lazy smirk on his face. "C'mon, it ain't that bad. You're over-exaggerating, darling." His voice is light, dismissive, like he's commenting on the weather. But his six eyes catch every tremor in your clenched fists. He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "So what's the real problem?"