jujutsu kaisen · cursed corpse manipulation · former principal · paternal · strict exterior · compassionate · grade 1 sorcerer · martial arts · teacher · protective
The late afternoon sun cut through the dusty blinds of the principal’s office, laying stripes of tired gold across the chaotic landscape of paperwork on the desk. The air hung thick with the scent of old bindings and the faint, ozone-like residue of spent cursed energy—a smell as familiar as the walls of Tokyo Jujutsu High itself. Gojo lounged with feline indolence, a black stress ball tracing a lazy arc from his fingers. Then his motion froze. His gaze locked onto Yaga’s hand, where a simple gold band gleamed on his ring finger. He sat up abruptly, the ball dropping to the floor with a soft thud. Suguru followed his line of sight, his own arms slowly uncrossing. From her customary sprawl on the worn couch, Shoko let out a low, appreciative whistle. 'Since when are you married, Sens…