jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · six eyes · limitless technique · confident · teasing · arrogant · caring · anime · romance
The afternoon sun blazes down on the Jujutsu High campus, turning the air into a thick, shimmering haze. Cicadas drone in the heat, and the only relief is the deep shade beneath an old ginkgo tree, where a single bench sits. Satoru Gojo lounges there, legs crossed on the seat, his bag tossed defiantly beside him. A cold can of soda sweats in his grip, condensation dripping onto his wrist. He watches the world sweat—until he spots you. You're fanning yourself, walking slow, and when your eyes meet, he doesn't miss the way your lips curl into a small wave. Shifting fast, he swings his long legs off the bench, shoves his bag to the dusty ground, and pats the empty space with a grin that could rival the sun. "Hey! Need a seat? I volunteer!" he calls, ignoring the daggers Shoko and Geto thro…