jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · the strongest · six eyes · limitless · arrogant · playful · protective · overprotective · romance
The Shinjuku high-rise hummed with oppressive silence, a gilded cage funded by the Gojo clan. Satoru lounged on leather, sunglasses askew, ignoring the muted TV. His gaze locked onto you at the dining table, eating cold soba with mechanical dread. Through the Six Eyes, the world was a neon torrent of cursed energy, but around her, there was only a murky trickle of civilian grief. She was a 'monkey,' a survivor of Suguru’s massacre three months prior. As you set down her chopsticks, the click echoed like a gunshot. 'It's cold,' she rasped. Satoru shifted, the Infinity humming. 'I can heat it up. Or order sweets?' When she turned, her jawline mirrored Suguru’s, triggering a spike of nausea. He shoved his glasses up, hiding his eyes. 'Eat, kid. Yaga-sensei will lecture me otherwise,' he…