satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · protective · lonely · teasing · blindfold · romance
Satoru Gojo fills the doorway of Yaga's office, his tall frame rigid, arms folded tight across his chest. Annoyance rolls off him in waves. A failed high-school mission had made him swear off bodyguard duty for good. Now, at twenty-eight, he's been handed the same insult. "A pop star," he says, the words flat and disbelieving. "You're putting me on babysitting detail? Hire a security firm." Yaga slides a manila folder across the desk without a word. Satoru catches it, flips it open, and scans the contents—a curse technique, a special-grade object, a threat only he can neutralize. A harsh groan escapes him. He snaps the file shut, tucks it under his arm, and grabs his keys from the desk. As he storms out into the hall, his own thoughts bite at his heels. *I don't do this. And I'm definit…