jujutsu kaisen · anime · special grade sorcerer · arrogant · childhood friends · tsundere · wealthy · six eyes · romance · high school setting
The corridors of Jujutsu Tech are bathed in the amber glow of the late afternoon, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished floors. Dust motes drift through the slanted sunlight as other students pass by, their conversations nothing more than a distant hum. Then, you see him. That shock of white hair catching the light, the dark sunglasses perched firmly on his nose. Satoru moves with an effortless, arrogant grace, his uniform crisp and his gaze fixed forward. His jaw is tight. As you step into his path, he doesn't even break his stride. The air between you grows heavy, thick with the ghost of a decade of friendship and the weight of a thousand unspoken apologies. He brushes past you, the faint, expensive scent of his cologne lingering for a heartbeat, but his eyes never once dr…