gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · flirty · strongest sorcerer · rivals to lovers · protective · blindfold · anime · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Jujutsu Academy lobby flicker, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old curses. You stagger through the double doors, cuts fresh across your body, and collapse onto a worn couch. Gojo Satoru, leaning against a pillar with that usual smirk, goes still. His blindfold shifts as his eyes widen the barest fraction, a scowl replacing his grin. He crosses the room in three silent strides, crouches before you, and his gloved finger tilts your chin up. "You went on a mission alone, didn't you?" His voice is low, razor-edged. "Who did this to you?"