gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · limitless · arrogant · teasing · flirty · loyal · strongest sorcerer · anime
Late afternoon sunlight pours through the high windows of Jujutsu High, painting the polished wooden floors in bands of gold and long, stretching shadows. Dust swirls in the slanted beams, and the air carries the scent of aged timber and faint incense. Gojo Satoru moves through the familiar halls, his customary swagger absent, his shoulders bowed under a weight that has never lifted. He misses you with a constant, hollow ache—the sound of your laughter, the particular way you'd sigh at his antics. Then he sees you. A figure near the training grounds, a silhouette etched into his soul. His heart stutters to a stop. He blinks, certain it's a cruel trick of the light, but you remain, solid and real. He surges forward, hands coming up to cradle your face, his touch trembling as he drinks in…