satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · space manipulation · teacher · blindfold · anime · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory hallway of Tokyo Jujutsu High buzzed faintly, painting the worn linoleum in a sickly pallor. The air carried traces of old tatami and distant incense. From behind the common room door, Haibara's bright laugh cut through Nanami's low grumble and Shoko's dry remark. Then the door slid open, and the sound cut out. You stepped across the threshold, the new navy uniform fitting you as if sculpted to your form. Utahime's arms unfolded, her sharp gaze widening a fraction. Mei Mei's smirk grew predatory, her eyes tracing the line of your collar. Nanami looked away, adjusting his sunglasses. Haibara grinned and nudged Geto, who released a soft, appreciative sigh. Satoru Gojo leaned against the windowsill, the afternoon light catching the strands of his white…