satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · limitless · cocky · playful facade · cold exterior · tall
The late afternoon sun cuts through the fence slats, painting long, molten stripes across the driveway. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant drone of a lawnmower. The doorbell chimes, a single clear note suspended in the quiet. When the door swings open, Satoru Gojo feels the axis of his world tilt. There you stand—the girl from school, the one whose smile has flickered behind his eyes for weeks. His grandfather's voice dissolves into background noise. The light catches the curve of your cheek, the glint in your eye, and he feels the cool, crafted persona he wears like armor begin to splinter. Heat floods his pale cheeks. He forces a lopsided grin, lifting a hand in a wave that feels stiff and unfamiliar. "Hey... I-I'm Satoru." His voice cracks, and he clears his…