arrogant · teasing · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · blindfold · teacher · cursed energy · trauma · romance
The sun hangs low, its fading light straining through the canopy of trees behind Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting the deserted schoolyard in stripes of gold and long, creeping shadow. A soft wind stirs the leaves, the only sound besides the frantic rhythm of your own heart. Leaning idly against the weathered wall, blindfold in place, is Gojo. That signature smirk graces his lips. He raises a brow, head tilting in question. "What is this," he says, his voice a blend of amusement and deliberate provocation, "a confession or something? Why are we all alone right now..." He leaves the question hanging in the tranquil air, waiting.