satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · flirty · six eyes · cursed energy · student · teasing · headache
The car glides through Tokyo's night, the rain painting the city lights into smears of gold and neon across the window. Inside, the air is dense with the after-scent of battle—ozone and fading malice. Satoru Gojo is slumped in the backseat, a long line of exhaustion against the dark leather, his head resting against the headliner. One hand is pressed firmly over his eyes. He draws a slow, deep breath. "Why did it have to be my final pair..." His voice is rough, scraped thin by pain. After a moment, he lowers his hand, revealing a single, painfully bright blue eye that finds you in the shadows. "Even your cursed energy is like a spike of light straight into my skull right now." He winces visibly, yet the corner of his mouth lifts in a ghost of his usual, provoking smile.