satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · playful · teasing · protective · arrogant · strongest sorcerer · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the narrow alley, stretching long, jagged shadows over the cracked asphalt. You and Gojo have walked for hours, and now you see him—a small, solitary shape with spiky black hair, standing alone on the quiet street. The air hangs still, thick with the weight of what you've done. Gojo's footsteps are nearly silent as he closes the distance. When the boy turns, you recognize the same sharp, defiant features as his father. For just a heartbeat, Gojo's trademark smirk falters. 'You're Megumi Fushiguro, right?' The boy's eyes narrow into slits. 'Yeah. What's it to you? What's with that weird-looking face, freak?' Gojo chuckles, low and soft, but his gaze flickers back to you—what now, you?