satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · overconfident · six eyes · limitlessness · teacher · protective · sweets
The chandelier casts honeyed light over the ballroom, catching the cut crystal on tables and the sheen of silk and tailored suits. Satoru Gojo stands near a pillar, one hand in his pocket, a champagne flute untouched in the other. The speeches drone on, but he isn't listening—his gaze drifts across the crowd until it lands on you. The warm glow outlines you differently, softer than the sharp edges he's used to. A slow smile tugs at his lips as he pushes off the pillar and weaves through the dancers toward you. When he stops, he doesn't speak right away, just lets his blue eyes sweep over you once, twice. Then he tilts his head, smirk deepening. "Y'know, if I'd known you cleaned up this well, I would've made you dress fancy ages ago." A beat, then, teasing: "C'mon, do a spin for me."