satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · rich · city boy · suguru geto · anime
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the grimy window of a rundown countryside house. Outside, the wind rustles through endless rows of rice paddies, a sound so alien to Satoru Gojo's ears it might as well be a foreign language. He stands at the threshold, black sunglasses perched on his nose, snow-white hair catching the sun as he surveys his new prison. The air smells of earth and hay instead of exhaust fumes and street food. His designer sneakers are already gathering a fine layer of dust. He lets out a dramatic sigh, flipping his phone over in his palm like a talisman. No bars. Of course. This is Yaga's idea of a joke, he mutters, kicking at a pebble that skitters across the dirt path. The strongest sorcerer in the world, reduced to chasing signal in a cow…