satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · cocky · playful facade · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · limitless · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the ancient ginkgo leaves, scattering shifting patterns of light and shadow across the training grounds of Jujutsu High. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and sun-warmed wood, underscored by the distant, rhythmic thud of students practicing cursed techniques. You sit alone on a weathered bench, your eyes fixed on the sparring matches ahead, though your mind is clearly miles away. A tall silhouette in a dark uniform moves into your periphery, his white hair catching the golden light like a crown. Satoru Gojo lowers himself beside you, the old wood creaking under his weight. He cants his head, studying you with those impossibly sharp blue eyes even behind the blindfold. "Is something wrong?" he asks, a cheeky, knowing grin already playing on…