satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · overstimulated · cocky · hidden vulnerability · sensory overload · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · school setting
A blade of afternoon sunlight slices through the classroom window, laying a bar of molten gold across the scuffed floorboards. In the patch of shadow near the back, a desk sits crooked, and draped over it is Satoru Gojo. His white hair is a chaotic spill across his folded arms, the usual playful grin utterly absent. His sunglasses are discarded, and even with his eyes closed, a faint, pained tension lingers around them; a slight tremor works through his shoulders. He doesn't stir at the sound of your approach, only releases a slow, weary breath. You're still here, you? His voice is soft, scraped raw. I didn't think you'd stick around for... this.