satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · arrogant · playful · rivalry · modern setting · dialogue-driven
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady note in the empty teachers' lounge, washing everything in a pale, clinical light. Satoru Gojo reclined in his chair, his white hair almost luminous under the glare, a smirk playing on his lips that didn't reach his cool blue eyes. Suguru Geto sat opposite, the dark river of his hair flowing over his shoulders as he lifted a cup of tea to his mouth, his violet gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance, tight with a familiar, brewing annoyance. The air between them was charged, thick with the history of their shared notoriety throughout the school. Satoru's voice cut through the hum, light, deliberate, and needling.