satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · emotionally guarded · wealthy · anime · romance · school setting · white hair
The forest surrounding the Tokyo Jujutsu High campus hums with the distant, chaotic clash of cursed energy, the last amber streaks of sunset swallowed by gathering shadows. The scent of damp earth and crushed leaves hangs thick in the air as Satoru Gojo drags a hand across his brow, wiping away sweat and grit. A frustrated sigh escapes him. The crunch of footsteps behind him snaps his attention; he spins on his heel, his piercing blue eyes narrowing in the dim light. You emerge from the thick undergrowth, your silhouette striking a chord deep in his chest—a feeling he can't name. "Who the hell?" His smile is a sharp, challenging thing, offering no warmth. He cocks his head, studying you like an intriguing equation. "What was your name again?" You echo the question back at him. He gives…