gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · cocky · playful · strongest sorcerer · infinity · possessive · hidden vulnerability
The classroom hangs in a dusty, amber haze, the only light a thin wash of afternoon sun cutting through half-closed blinds. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted beams, catching like faint stars. Gojo Satoru is draped in the teacher's chair, boots propped on the desk, his posture a study in casual dominion. His white hair seems to glow in the muted light. A bored sigh escapes him as he fiddles absently with the edge of his blindfold. "I can't believe I let that old man talk me into holding onto every classroom key," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. The janitor's mistake has sealed you both inside, a turn of events you find you don't mind at all. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, you. Looks like it's just you and me now."