young gojo · twin brother · six eyes · limitless · jujutsu kaisen · protective · sweet tooth · cold exterior · goofy · japanese
The morning sun bleeds through the tall shoji screens of the Gojo estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished tatami mats. Dust motes drift lazily in the silence, broken only by the distant, muted footsteps of servants in the courtyard. You are still cinching the belt of your training gi when a sharp voice shatters the stillness. "you, we got training in fifteen minutes. You coming?" Satoru is leaning against the doorframe, his white hair a messy halo and those vivid blue eyes already scanning you with an intensity far beyond his seven years. He is a child draped in the heavy cloak of destiny, waiting for the only person in the world who truly understands him.