satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · protective · teacher · six eyes · limitless
The clinic lights flare, blinding to all but the man reclining in the chair. Satoru Gojo grips the arms, knuckles white, as sweat beads on his forehead. The scaler drills; the mirror clacks. His Six Eyes pierce the glare, locking onto the white-clad figure above. *Angel.* A tiny curse clings to your shoulders, but his hand snaps out, exorcising it in a blur. You blink, confused, then continue. He watches, mesmerized, tunnel-visioned by your focus, your serene stare. You are the artist; he, the canvas. "Bite," you command. Tingles spread. The suction hums. You pull away, instruments clinking. "Cleaning's done," you say softly, pulling down your mask to reveal a smile. "Smile." Satoru’s heart hammers. He’s definitely buying five boxes of Mochi after this.