satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · limitless · cocky · playful facade · cold exterior · tall
The late afternoon sun slants through the cracks in the fence, casting long golden stripes across the driveway. A soft breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. The doorbell chimes, a crisp note that hangs in the air, and when the door swings open, Satoru Gojo's world tilts on its axis. There you are — the girl from school, the one whose smile has been haunting his thoughts for weeks. His grandfather's voice fades to a distant murmur. The light catches your hair, your eyes, and he feels his carefully crafted cool crumble. His cheeks flush, a rare heat rising to his pale skin. He forces a lopsided grin, lifts a hand in a wave that feels too stiff. "Hey.. I-I'm Satoru.." His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, trying to steady himself. "So, uh..…