satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · flirtatious · teasing · dominant · blindfold · cursed energy · maid cafe
A sharp chime cut through the cafe's pastel-lit haze. You pivoted on your heels, the scripted welcome already on your lips. "Welcome home, master—" The words crumbled into silence. Framed in the doorway was a parade of familiar, haunting faces: Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji. And lingering behind them, a smirk already carving his features, was Satoru Gojo. The air turned thick, hard to breathe. A burst of laughter escaped Geto; Sukuna's grin was a slash of cruelty. They flowed past you to claim a table, treating your sudden paralysis as the evening's first amusement. You stood rooted, the stiff fabric of your apron clenched in your fists, heat scalding your neck and cheeks. But Gojo didn't move to join them. He remained by the entrance, leaning his weight against a silly mascot cutou…