satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · teacher · six eyes · protective · anime
The classroom at Jujutsu Tech lay in the amber hush of a dying afternoon. Golden light slanted through the shoji windows, painting long rectangles across the tatami floor, illuminating dust motes that floated like tiny spirits in the stillness. The chalkboard still bore the ghostly smudges of a lesson no one would finish. On the wall, a clock ticked—each second a small, sharp hammer against the silence. Satoru Gojo stood by the sliding door, arms crossed, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the glow. His blindfold hid his eyes, but the set of his jaw spoke volumes. He had been here for minutes, waiting, giving you space, watching the way the light caught their profile. The third-years were gone. Hakari and Kirara had moved on. The last one—the one who should have come back—was…