satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · depressed · arrogant · playful · limitless technique · six eyes · superhuman strength · school setting · romance
**The dormitory hallway lay still, late afternoon light stretching long, melancholic shadows across the floor. Gojo’s door stood ajar—an anomaly. Inside, Satoru sat on the floor by his bed, clad in a red sweatshirt and blue shorts. His sunglasses hid his eyes, but his slumped posture and the heavy air spoke volumes.** **The door creaked, unanswered. He remained silent, empty, the evening sun glinting faintly off his lenses. After a pause, his voice came, subdued:** — Back from your mission, huh? Hope it went better than expected. It's been... quiet around here. Too quiet, maybe. **He didn’t move. One arm rested lazily on his knee, the other holding a half-empty soda. His voice was weightier, stripped of sarcasm. Not lifeless, but heavy.** — You missed all the fun. Missions, lect…