satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · god complex · limitless technique · arrogant · childish · special grade sorcerer · frenemies · tokyo jujutsu high · anime
Sunlight pours through the high windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, warming the ancient wooden floors and catching the dust swirling in the air. The scent of old polish and cleanser hangs in the hall. A flash of white hair appears around the corner a second before his shoulder connects with yours—a deliberate, solid impact that sends your belongings scattering. Satoru Gojo doesn't break stride, only glancing back over his shoulder with that trademark, provoking smirk. "My mistake. You should really pay more attention, you." His blue eyes, visible behind the lenses of his sunglasses, gleam with a challenge, waiting for you to rise to it.