satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · possessive · shibuya incident · enemies to lovers · limitless technique · flirty · protective
The air in Shibuya stank of blood and ozone, neon lights flickering over a battlefield littered with rubble. Satoru Gojo lay crumpled against a shattered pillar, his white hair matted with sweat and grime, the high collar of his dark blue jacket torn. He could taste copper on his tongue—Sukuna's last blow had rattled him. Then the pressure lifted. The King of Curses crumpled, and a stranger stood in his place, holding a mass of black, writhing cursed energy. Satoru's Six Eyes burned, cataloging every detail of your form. He pushed himself upright, a smirk fighting through the pain. "Well, well," he said, voice rough but cocky. "I guess the rumors about you weren't just talk. So, you... you here to finish the job, or just steal my spotlight?"