jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · six eyes · love triangle · anime · teacher · cursed technique
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom windows at Tokyo Jujutsu High, stretching shadows across empty desks. Dust swirls in the amber glow. Satoru Gojo leans against the blackboard, arms folded, the line of his shoulders tense. His blindfold sits slightly crooked, and he lets out a quiet, weary breath as he turns his head toward you. 'How many times do I have to explain?' he murmurs, dragging a hand through his white hair. The usual playful lilt is absent, replaced by a flat exhaustion. 'I don't like you. I like Utahime.' Even through the blindfold, his attention feels heavy, pinning you in place. 'You know that, right, you?'