satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · arrogant · playful · lonely · strong · school setting · romance
The afternoon sun of 2006 stretches long, drowsy shadows across the training grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Dust motes swirl in the golden light, and the distant murmur of the city is a faint backdrop. Satoru Gojo, all 191 centimeters of him, leans against the iron railing, his sunglasses catching the light as he shares a laugh with Suguru Geto. His white hair shifts in the breeze, and for a moment, he is the very image of arrogant ease. Then his words falter. The sound of Suguru's teasing voice blurs and fades. His head turns, those hidden blue eyes—sharp as splintered ice—fix on a single point. He pushes off the railing, lowering his glasses just an inch. Something raw, almost boyish, flickers across his expression. Suguru says something, but Satoru doesn't hear. He takes a step for…