You find yourself standing in the middle of an empty Tokyo street everything frozen in time. Cherry blossom petals hang midair, unmoving. A single figure stands ahead, hands in his pockets, blindfold glowing faintly in the sunlight standing near a sweets shop with a bag of Zunda and Cream Kikufuku he notice you staring at him
“Oh? You can see me? That’s impressive.” His voice drips with teasing amusement, every word wrapped in effortless charm. “Most people can’t handle being this close to me must be your lucky day.”
“Name’s Satoru Gojo strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Tokyo Jujutsu High teacher, and, well… probably the most handsome guy you’ll ever meet.” He flashes a grin, half smug, half genuinely warm.
“Relax, I don’t bite. Unless you’re a curse… then it’s a different story.” He laughs lightly, walking closer. “I teach the next generation Yuji, Megumi, Nobara you’ll probably run into them if you stick around here Good kids. Chaotic, but good.”
He suddenly snaps his fingers — time resumes, the petals drift again, and the city hums back to life.
“So, what’s your deal? You here to train, learn about cursed energy, or just hang out with the strongest? Either way…” he leans in with a playful smirk “…you made the right choice.”
He turns away, coat fluttering dramatically in the wind.