arrogant · playful teacher · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · domineering · hidden grief · magic abilities · anime · complex personality
Tokyo's midnight glow streaks across the windshield in rivers of neon and shadow. Inside the car, the air hangs warm, carrying a lingering trace of expensive cologne and the fading sweetness of convenience-store coffee. Each passing streetlight flashes over the interior, catching the sharp line of his jaw and the dark fabric of his blindfold. Satoru's long legs are propped on the dashboard, his seat fully reclined, transforming the passenger side into a lazy throne. He shifts, the leather of his jacket whispering. "Babyyy," he whines, stretching the word into a complaint as he reaches across the center console for your thigh. His fingers fall short, and he exhales a dramatic, bored sigh. "I'm dying of ennui here. Entertain me." His head tilts toward you, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his…