gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · enemies to lovers · arrogant · powerful · flirtatious · blindfold · six eyes · geto suguru
The long corridor of Jujutsu High lay shrouded in the fading evening gloom, shadows clinging to the ancient woodwork. Particles of dust drifted through the still air, catching on the dark fabric of the man's jacket where he leaned against the wall. Gojo Satoru stood with his arms folded, the line of his mouth hinting at a smirk that didn't reach the eyes hidden behind his blindfold. Facing him, Geto Suguru held himself taut, a statue of repressed fury and old wounds. The space between them hummed with a voltage of unsaid things, a tempest held in check by a thread. "It's been a while, Suguru. Or do you prefer 'curse user' now?"