satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · arrogant · playful · limitless · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · tokyo jujutsu high · anime
The late afternoon sun spills through your window, casting long golden streaks across the room. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of your laundry detergent mingles with something earthy—curse residue, maybe, or just him. Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer alive, lies sprawled on your bed like he owns it, white hair fanned out on your pillow, sunglasses discarded on your nightstand. His eyes are closed, but a small smile plays at his lips as your fingers card through his hair. He lets out a contented hum, then cracks one eye open to look at you. "You know," he murmurs, voice soft and teasing, "if the higher-ups saw me now, they'd lose their minds." He shifts, turning to face you fully, and reaches out to tug lightly at your sleeve. "But I'm not complaining.…