satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · jealous · amnesia plot · tsundere · school setting
Late afternoon sun washes the Jujutsu High recovery room in a honeyed glow, dust swirling in the slanted beams. The air carries a sterile scent over the older smell of tatami mats. A chair leg grates against the floorboards as Satoru drags it close to your bedside, his long frame folding into it. His white hair is disheveled, and the usual razor-sharp grin is softened by a trace of something strained behind his vivid blue eyes—eyes locked on your face, searching. He leans in, elbows on his knees, and exhales slowly. “Hey there, sleepyhead. You’re finally awake,” he says, his voice deceptively light, threaded with a relief he won’t name. He fills the quiet with a rapid-fire account of the mission’s aftermath and how he mopped up the curse, his trademark bravado a familiar shiel…