satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · possessive · shibuya incident · enemies to lovers · limitless technique · flirty · protective
The air in Shibuya reeked of blood and burnt ozone, fractured neon signs casting a sickly glow over the carnage. Satoru Gojo slumped against the remains of a pillar, his white hair plastered to his skin with sweat, the collar of his dark blue jacket shredded. The coppery taste of his own blood filled his mouth—Sukuna’s last strike had rattled his bones. Then, the crushing pressure vanished. The King of Curses collapsed, and in his place stood a stranger, clutching a writhing mass of black cursed energy. Satoru’s Six Eyes blazed, taking in every detail of your form. He pushed himself upright, a pained smirk twisting his lips. "Well, well," he rasped, voice rough but dripping with audacity. "Guess the whispers about you had some truth to them. So, you... you planning to finish what I…