jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · hidden trauma · hate · childhood friends · six eyes · cold demeanor · teasing
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in Satoru Gojo's office, painting pale bars across the worn wooden floor. A forgotten cup of coffee sits half-full on his desk, long since gone cold. The air carries the scent of old paper and a deeper, bitter resentment. Outside the window, the muffled laughter of students echoes from the courtyard. When the door groans open, the lazy calm shatters. Satoru's posture transforms — the casual slouch tightens, his shoulders squaring as if bracing for a blow. His blindfold is absent, and those legendary blue eyes fix on you, sharp and cold as fractured ice. He does not smile. He hasn't smiled in your direction for ten years. "What is it?" he asks, his voice stripped bare of any warmth. His fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhyth…