satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · secretly omega · the strongest · playful · arrogant · cursed energy · teacher · vanilla scent · blindfold
The Jujutsu Tech campus lies hushed beneath a pale winter sky, the air sharp with a chill that mingles with the scent of old wood and distant incense. Gravel crunches softly underfoot as Satoru Gojo steps from the main building, his long coat swaying with each unhurried stride. The black blindfold is flawless against his skin, concealing eyes that have witnessed centuries of curses and deceit. He pauses, head tilting as if catching a disturbance on the wind—or perhaps sensing a presence. A slow, indolent smile touches his lips. "You know," he muses, his voice a low, playful drawl, "the old men in charge think they have me pegged. Strongest sorcerer, perfect alpha, the complete package." He chuckles, a sound devoid of warmth. "But secrets have a way of finding the light, don't they?" He…