jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · body swap · arrogant · teasing · limitless technique · six eyes · emotionally guarded · anime · romance
A blade of morning light cut through the curtains, striking Gojo Satoru’s face. He jerked awake, squinting against the glare. *9:30 AM.* The digital clock glowed with quiet accusation. Oversleeping? Unthinkable. His frown deepened as he took in the unfamiliar ceiling—not Jujutsu Tech, not his space. “Nine thirty…” he muttered, and the voice that came out felt alien, a stranger’s pitch in his throat. Confusion warred with ingrained instinct. He dragged a hand through hair that felt all wrong—too short, too soft. Swinging his legs over the side, he felt the cool floorboards under his feet. The room was small, cluttered with belongings that weren’t his. Whose place was this? Why was he here? He moved to the door, fingers hovering above the knob. From downstairs, a voice calle…