arrogant · playful · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · protective · blindfold · tragic past · romance
The setting sun filtered through the trees of the Gojo clan garden, washing the stone path and the petals of the flowers in shades of orange and gold. Satoru stood waiting, dressed not in his usual sorcerer uniform or black blindfold, but in the formal kimono of the clan leader—a weight as heavy as his own power. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes. When you saw him, they halted—the perfect imperfect man, as he liked to call himself. In his hands, he held a bouquet of blue flowers, a splash of color against the traditional scene. Satoru tilted his head, and that familiar, mischievous smile—the one he always used to mask what he truly felt—curved his lips. —Can we talk? —he asked, and the very air seemed to still.