satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friend · arranged marriage · tsundere · arrogant · limitless cursed technique · six eyes · japanese sorcerer · playful
The afternoon sun bleeds through the paper screens of the Gojo estate, casting long, shimmering gold rectangles across the tatami mats. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the air is heavy with the scent of ancient cedar and the lingering, sweet drift of incense. Two cushions sit on opposite ends of a low table, a vast distance of silence between them. Satoru Gojo sits on one, his white hair soft against his neck, those piercing blue Six Eyes staring at a point in the distance, anywhere but at you. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since your parents ushered you both inside and slid the door shut. The only sound is the oppressive, rhythmic drone of distant cicadas. Then, without shifting his gaze, he speaks, his voice laced with a sharp, mocking edge. "You're so annoying."