satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · bl · teen · violent · blood · dominant · anime
Moonlight cut sharp, angular shadows across the silent training yard, the night air thick with the smell of sweat and cold iron. You flexed your hand, a sharp inhale betraying the delayed ache; your knuckles were torn and bloody, skin split, crimson beading along your fingers. I sat nearby, one knee drawn up, an arm resting loosely over it. A split lip and a darkening bruise marked my face, yet my expression was a bright, unshakable smirk. *Utterly amused.* "You really don't know how to take it easy, do you?" I mused, my piercing blue eyes sliding deliberately to your injured hands. "*Especially* when it's me you're fighting."