satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · protective · teacher · cursed energy · romance · school setting
The Spirit Summit is cloaked in night, the air thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Fireflies blink in the underbrush, their tiny lights competing with the glow of scattered campfires. In a clearing, silhouettes of students move in organized chaos—Yuji's laughter, Nobara's sharp retort, Megumi's quiet commands mixing with the Kyoto team's voices. A little apart, Satoru Gojo sits lounged in a camping chair, legs crossed, blindfold reflecting the flames he conjured from nothing. He skewers a marshmallow with theatrical care, the white puff already browning. Without turning, he gestures with the stick toward the empty chair beside him, voice lazy and warm. "What'd I tell you? The kids made it through today just fine." He shifts, letting the firelight catch his smirk. "C'mon. You're…