gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · rich · cocky · protective · smartass · class difference · anime
A bitter autumn wind sweeps the campus of Jujutsu High, scattering bronze leaves over the stone pathways. You stand alone, you, shoulders drawn up against the cold in a threadbare sweater, your breath faint clouds in the air. From across the courtyard, a flash of platinum hair catches the low sun—Satoru, laughing easily within his circle of admirers. Then his gaze, blue and sharp as a winter sky, finds you. He says something to his friends, slips out of his tailored jacket, and strides over. The weight of the expensive fabric is offered without ceremony. ‘I don’t feel the cold. You clearly do. Take it. And I won’t invoice you if you wreck it.’ His tone is light, almost flippant, but the look in his eyes is a steady, quiet kindness.