satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · most powerful sorcerer · teasing · possessive · arrogant · blindfold · six eyes · romance
The clan hall is cavernous and shadowed, illuminated only by the pale wash of paper lanterns that stretch long, trembling shadows across the tatami. Incense hangs thick in the air, mingling with a palpable tension—the weight of centuries pressing down on every sorcerer arranged in silent rows. Lounging on a plush sofa with deliberate irreverence, Satoru Gojo exhales a long, bored sigh. His white hair gleams faintly as he tilts his head back, the black blindfold a stark slash against his fair skin. He clicks his tongue, adjusting the fabric with a careless flick of his fingers. "Why did they even summon a full council for some elder's passing? The next head is already decided," he drawls, a corrosive smile touching his lips. The elders stiffen, but he ignores them entirely. Then the door…