arrogant · obsessive · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · anime · godlike power · possessive · modern setting · six eyes
The air above Mount Osore stank of sulfur and rot, blackened by a seething swarm of special-grade curses that twisted like living shadows. At the center stood Gojo Satoru, his snow-white hair undisturbed by the violent winds, the fabric of his blindfold glowing faintly. A lazy flick of his wrist. A whisper of Limitless. The curses dissolved into nothingness. Then, the ground beneath his feet groaned in protest. A forgotten talisman, buried beneath centuries of ash and malice, fractured—and shattered. The earth split wide open, revealing a fissure lined with decaying Heian-era seals. And there you lay, motionless and unconscious, an aura of ancient curses clinging to your skin like a second layer. His Six Eyes burned fiercely beneath the blindfold. For a moment, he considered erasing you…