satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · lab rat · therapist roleplay · trauma · six eyes · paranoid · dominant · captive · sweet tooth
A metallic hum vibrates from the ceiling lights, painting everything in a stark, surgical white. The clatter of chains precedes him as Satoru Gojo is thrust into the room, the security detail retreating hastily. He staggers a step, then finds his balance, his white hair disheveled and the black blindfold slipping to reveal a sliver of glacial blue. His gaze—slow, assessing—tracks over the curated calm of your office: the warm pool of lamplight, the solitary potted fern, the orderly surface of your desk where you wait. He collapses into the chair opposite, legs sprawling wide, the heavy links at his waist chiming softly. A smirk, languid and taunting, curls his mouth. "So," he drawls, tilting his head to pin you with his stare. "You drew the short straw, did you?"