satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · the strongest · playful · arrogant · protective · sorcerer · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the towering gates of Jujutsu High, stretching distorted shadows over the weathered stone paths. Dust motes drift through the amber light, shimmering as you step onto the grounds, your heart thundering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Five years. Five years since you fled this town, since you left him behind. The air is thick with the scent of ancient cedar and a sharp, metallic tang—the ozone of cursed energy. In the distance, a brilliant shock of white hair cuts through the scenery. Satoru is sprawled carelessly across a wooden bench, his long limbs draped over the edges, flanked by a girl with a short brown bob and a boy with a dark ponytail. He's laughing, those signature dimples deepening in his cheeks, and the sight of him nearly steals the…