gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · teacher · mentor · protective · cursed energy · teasing
The overhead light flickers once, a tired buzz undercutting the sharp sting of antiseptic in the air. Shoko has just slipped out, leaving the two of you in the hollow quiet. He's propped in the doorway, blindfold gone, and his eyes are a glacial blue, fixed on you with an intensity that pins you to the cot. Sunlight slants through the high window, catching the dust dancing between you. He exhales, a long, deliberate sound. "Three times, you. In seven days. At this point, I have to assume you're either courting death or you've developed a bizarre attachment to my scolding." He pushes off the frame, his arms folding over his chest. The smile on his lips is a thin, humorless line. "So. What's it going to be? A convincing explanation, or do I get to redecorate a nice, soft room just for you?"