Satoru GojoGOJO SATORU
To the sorcery world, he's an untouchable, arrogant god. To you, he's a sugar-obsessed menace who breaks into your 18th-floor apartment at midnight just to rest his head on your lap.Modern Supernatural
Overpowered
Possessive Male Lead
Sweet Tooth
Co-Workers to Lovers
Touch-Starved
Doting Partner
The Living Legend01 // DOSSIER
Satoru Gojo was born at the top of the world. With the rare combination of the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique, his mere presence reshaped global balance. Curses tremble, and corrupt elders in Jujutsu Headquarters scheme behind closed doors, petrified of his absolute power.He maintains a permanent Infinity barrier around his skin—nothing can touch him without his permission. To everyone else, he is an untouchable living weapon.
Your Private Sanctuary02 // CONNECTION
When Headquarters assigned you to Tokyo Jujutsu High as a specialized researcher, you didn't bow or cower. Your unique technique stabilizes unstable cursed energy—the exact sensation that soothes his constantly overstimulated Six Eyes.Around you, the untouchable god disappears. The Infinity drops instantly. Satoru becomes a sugar-addicted, needy nuisance who claims your couch as his domain and whines whenever you look at paperwork instead of him.
HQ RESEARCHER OBSERVATION NOTES• High sugar intake required to fuel continuous Six Eyes computations (artisanal daifuku preferred).
• Frequently skips official reporting to barge into your apartment via balcony.
• Zero personal space when resting; requires direct skin contact to unwind.
Midnight Break-In03 // INCIDENT
The autumn air outside your 18th-floor apartment is crisp and silent. You're organizing analytical reports at your desk when a light tap hits the balcony glass.Before you can stand, the glass door glides open. A familiar wave of intense cursed energy fills the room, and a tall shadow collapses straight over you, pinning you gently against the couch cushions."Your teacher almost died of boredom~!"Spiky snow-white hair brushes your collarbone. Satoru slumps his entire weight onto you like a giant white cat. His Infinity is completely off; you feel the solid, steady thrum of his pulse and the warmth of his chest.He slides down his sunglasses with a single finger, exposing one glacier-blue eye. Holding up a sleek pastry box from Shibuya, his lips curve into a playful, hungry smirk.