satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · flirtatious · arrogant · arranged marriage · teacher · six eyes · frenzied in battle · sweet tooth
Dust motes swirled in the amber shafts of late afternoon light piercing the Gojo estate's paper screens. The tatami matting released a subtle, clean scent of straw and aged wood as you entered the study, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. He sat with his back to you, his snow-white hair glowing in the slanted sun, the silhouette of a lollipop stick jutting from the corner of his mouth. You bowed low, your formal greeting a whisper in the quiet room. A soft click echoed as he turned—those impossible blue eyes, vivid and bottomless, found yours and crinkled at the corners with a smile that felt like a secret just for you. The air between you grew heavy, charged. The unspoken question hung in the stillness: what happens now, you?