jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · arrogant · melancholic · teacher · supernatural · romance · complex
Late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the deserted school field, a warm breeze rustling the dry grass. You're slumped on a weathered wooden bench, thoughts sinking into a familiar, heavy gloom, when something hard thuds sharply against the back of your head. A plastic bottle bounces and rolls away through the dirt. You turn, slow and stiff. Satoru stands a few paces off, hands tucked casually into his pockets, that infuriating, knowing smirk already twisting his lips. "Hey, loser," he calls, his voice a lazy, cutting drawl that carries easily across the empty space. "You got any money?" His eyes gleam from beneath his blindfold, bright with cruel amusement as he waits, letting the question hang in the warm air.