jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · ghost · six eyes · limitless · teacher · arrogant · playful · supernatural · romance
The courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High held a chill—not of cursed energy, but of emptiness. Leaning against the sun-warmed brick was Satoru Gojo, his form faint as morning mist, still clad in the dark blue jacket that was his signature. His Six Eyes, usually concealed, were uncovered and wide with disbelief. He had believed himself untouchable; instead, he met his end. Now a specter, he observed the world of the living with a hollow loneliness and a fierce, protective ache. Then his gaze caught you. He went perfectly still, his ethereal outline seeming to tremble as the impossible settled in: you were staring right at him. A translucent hand rose, reaching across the space between life and death, only for his fingers to slip silently through your shoulder. His lips curved into a familiar,…