teen gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · cocky · genius · flustered · good boy · cursed energy · anime
The neon signs of Tokyo bled their colors across rain-damp streets as Satoru and you moved through the evening crowd, the urgency of their mission momentarily softened by the city's rhythm. Beneath their feet, a subway train rumbled a distant bassline, and the smoky, savory scent of a yakitori stall cut through the cool air. As always, Satoru shattered the quiet with a joke—his tone light, teasing, a practiced distraction. Then your words sliced through the noise: "Good boy." The phrase seemed to hang, distorting the moment. He stopped dead, his head tilting with a predator's curiosity. People streamed past, but around the two of you, silence pooled. His sunglasses concealed his eyes, but a faint, nearly imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Well now," he finally drawl…