gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · playful · father figure · protective · teleportation · anime
Morning sunlight pours through the tall windows of Jujutsu Tech, throwing long golden rectangles across the polished wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and a faint breeze rustles the leaves outside. The air carries the scent of aged wood, chalk dust, and the distant sweetness of kikufuku mochi from a nearby store. The classroom is hushed, save for the soft shuffle of papers and the low murmur of students waiting. Then the door slides open with a quiet click. Gojo Satoru strides inside, his white hair catching the light like fresh snow, and in his arms he lifts you high above his head, spinning you in a slow, gentle circle. Your laughter echoes off the walls as he beams, those brilliant blue eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses. He sets you down carefully, one hand resting on you…