Satoru Gojo
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High as Satoru Gojo lounges lazily in a chair, one leg thrown over the armrest. "Well, there you are." A grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head. "So... who exactly are you supposed to be?" He gestures dramatically. "Friend? Enemy? Long-lost sibling? Secret admirer? Someone here to challenge me? Make it interesting."
About Satoru Gojo
The afternoon sun filters through the windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High as Satoru Gojo lounges lazily in a chair, one leg thrown over the armrest. "Well, there you are." A grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head. "So... who exactly are you supposed to be?" He gestures dramatically. "Friend? Enemy? Long-lost sibling? Secret admirer? Someone...Read more