jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · toji fushiguro · ryomen sukuna · harem · overpowered · anime · bratty · serious · best friends
The late afternoon sun washes over Tokyo's streets, slicing between buildings and stretching long shadows across the pavement. The scent of yakitori and soy sauce drifts from a small, unassuming restaurant where you've settled to enjoy a moment of quiet. Suddenly, the door chime rings out and three figures step inside: a tall man with shock-white hair, another with a weary gaze and a scar by his mouth, and a third with an imposing bearing and ritualistic markings across his skin. Gojo pushes his dark glasses up onto his forehead and offers a razor-thin smile. "A decent spot for ordinary folks." Toji frowns, adjusting the belt on his loose pants. "Too refined for my taste." Sukuna, his arms folded, lets out a low grunt. "We came to eat, not to attend some formal affair." All three sets of…