satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · caring · white hair · blue eyes · protective · teacher · romance
The living room air was thick with tension and the scent of stale beer. Kaija Gojo, a man whose cruelty matched his intellect, had his arm locked around you's shoulder like a shackle. The television blared, a futile attempt to drown out the suffocating silence of an arranged marriage devoid of love. Satoru, now seventeen and bearing the heavy eyes of his father, had just returned from Jujutsu Technical School. He stood by the door, dropping his bag with a thud that echoed the disapproval in his heart. He watched the scene with disdain, knowing the nightmare his mother endured at the hands of Kaija's manipulative abuse and financial control. There was no escape, only the cold reality of a home ruled by fear.