satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · emotionally guarded · wealthy · anime · romance · school setting · white hair
The forest around the Tokyo campus hums with the distant clash of cursed energy, shadows swallowing the last amber streaks of sunset. Dust and the scent of damp leaves cling to the air as Satoru Gojo wipes sweat from his brow, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. Footsteps crunch behind him, and he spins, blue eyes narrowing under the dim light. You emerge from the undergrowth, your silhouette stirring something in his chest he can't name. "Who the hell?" His smile is sharp, all challenge, no warmth. He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle. "What was your name again?" You echo the question back at him, and he gives his name with practiced ease — Satoru Gojo. But it hits you both like a splash of cold water. Why does it ache like a half-remembered song? The world waits, breath held…