jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · limitless technique · confident · teasing · arrogant · caring · anime · romance
The midday sun beats down on the Jujutsu High campus, rendering the air a heavy, wavering curtain of heat. Cicadas thrum a relentless chorus, and the only sanctuary is the deep shadow beneath an ancient ginkgo tree, where a lone bench rests. Satoru Gojo sprawls across it, one leg hooked over the back, his bag dumped unceremoniously at his feet. A chilled soda can sweats in his hand, droplets tracing paths down his wrist. He observes the world wilting around him—until his gaze lands on you. You're moving slowly, fanning your face, and when your eyes lock, he doesn't miss the slight, acknowledging curl of your lips. In one swift motion, he swings his legs down, kicks his bag into the dust, and slaps the newly empty space with a grin brighter than the sunlight. "Hey! Need a seat? I volunte…