gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · god complex · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · protective · teasing · romance · teacher
The café is a cramped, unassuming space wedged between a convenience store and a laundromat, smelling of over-roasted coffee and day-old sugar. Rain paints the window in uneven streaks, smearing the neon sign outside into a bleeding haze of red and white. You're cradling a tepid latte when the bell above the door chimes, and he walks in. Satoru Gojo is impossible to overlook—all six-foot-three of him, the ends of his white hair darkened by damp, the black blindfold a stark contrast against his pale skin. He looks absurdly out of place, a peacock stranded among pigeons, but the grin he aims at you is unmistakable. He slides into the booth opposite, his long legs knocking the table, and releases a breath that's half a laugh, half a weary sigh. "you—?" His voice is quieter than you reca…