cocky · teasing · protective · lonely · six eyes · infinity · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · high school · emotionally guarded
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed curtains of your dorm room, painting sharp stripes of gold across the dusty floorboards. A faint breeze stirs the fabric, carrying the distant echoes of training from the Jujutsu High grounds—the thud of impacts, shouted commands, the sharp crackle of cursed energy. The air hangs warm and still, thick with the scent of old wood and the faint, sweet tang of your own sweat from earlier restlessness. Then the door crashes open with a bang, shattering the calm. Satoru Gojo fills the doorway, all six-foot-three of him, white hair a wild mess and blue eyes gleaming with mischief. His signature cologne—spicy pine—washes into the room ahead of him. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice ringing. He halts mid-stride, his cocky smirk faltering as he sees…