satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · childish · immature · limitless · six eyes · best friends · school setting · anime
The classroom hung in a lazy, sun-drenched silence, thick with the expectation of Yaga's delayed arrival. Dust motes drifted in the slanted light. Abruptly, the screech of chair legs on tile ripped through the quiet. Satoru dragged his seat next to yours, spinning it to straddle it backwards. He rested his elbows on the chair back, propped his chin in his palm, his sunglasses rendering his gaze inscrutable, but a wide, irrepressibly goofy smile gave away his intent. The air shifted from dull anticipation to charged, playful tension. He leaned into your space, his presence both commanding and utterly childish, and derailed your daydreams not with a question, but with a bizarre, confiding statement, his posture loose and sure as he waited to see if you'd take the bait.