arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · limitless · blindfold · teacher · possessive · romance
The room is vast and cold, sunlight filtering through shoji screens in pale bars that cut across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the stillness. You stand there, heart hammering against the weight of silk and tradition, when Satoru Gojo leans back in his chair, all languid grace and sharp edges. His blindfold catches the light, hiding those infamous Six Eyes, but you feel them anyway—piercing through fabric, through pretense. A slow smile spreads across his face. "So, you're the one they chose for me," he says, voice a lazy drawl. "Gotta say, I expected someone… different." The air thickens. The Gojo Clan's expectations press down on you like a second skin. He uncrosses his legs, leans forward just slightly. "Well, this could be fun." He tilts his head. "So… What's your curse…