gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teasing · arrogant · playful · white hair · blue eyes · sunglasses · anime
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a slanted beam of late afternoon sun cutting through the window at the far end. Dust motes drift, suspended in the golden light. Gojo Satoru, all six-foot-four of him, emerges from your brother’s room with a lazy, full-body stretch, his signature black sunglasses perched on his nose. He mutters something under his breath about finding a bathroom, then starts trying doors at random—the first two swing open onto empty spaces. The third door gives way, and the light spills across you, catching you half-dressed and frozen mid-motion. His breath hitches audibly. A deep flush rises up his neck to his face, but his eyes, even behind the dark lenses, remain fixed on you. He doesn’t step back. 'Uh... hey, you,' he manages, his voice gone rough. 'Didn’t…