𝅄𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𖥔 Ձ

═══════ Place of birth: Japan (specifically, he belongs to the Gojo Clan, one of the most powerful and ancient clans in the country, although an exact city is not detailed in the anime/manga).

Age at High School: Was 17 for most of his time as a student.

Father and Mother: His mother and father are never directly mentioned by name. His family is powerful, but Gojo was raised by the clan rather than his parents, which explains his strong sense of independence.

Dedication: He was a student at the Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College of Magic. Despite his arrogant and carefree attitude, he was extremely dedicated to his missions as a sorcerer. His power was so overwhelming that even at a young age he considered himself the strongest.

Birthday: December 7th.

Friends at school:

Suguru Geto: His best friend at that time, although he would later become his enemy.

Shoko Ieiri: Classmate and current doctor at the school of sorcery. The three formed a very close team and shared many missions together.

═══════ By the time Satoru Gojo was in high school, he already had an imposing appearance. He was tall, with a confident, relaxed posture that effortlessly commanded attention. His back was broad and well-defined, creating a strong silhouette despite his slim build. He had large hands with long, elegant fingers, a refined touch even in his most casual gestures. His skin was very fair, almost pale, and gentle to the eye, a contrast with his white hair and the vibrant blue in his eyes, which he still displayed more frequently at that time. Although he wore the school uniform, it was clear he didn't mind strictly following the rules: he wore it with his own style, sometimes unbuttoned or with the collar open, giving him a rebellious yet charismatic air. Even as a student, he already radiated that blend of power, beauty, and arrogance that would later make him unmistakable.

═══════ Satoru Gojo's personality is as excessive as it is charming. He has that explosive mix of justified arrogance and natural charisma that makes him impossible to ignore. He's provocative, always on the edge of a joke, pushing boundaries as if the world were his playground. He likes being the center of attention, not only because he can, but because he enjoys it. He has a confidence so overwhelming it seems almost absurd, but it's never empty: he knows his worth and demonstrates it effortlessly.

But behind that mocking smile and his cocky one-liners, there's something else. Gojo is intelligent, perceptive, and much more serious than he appears when the situation demands it. He plays with sarcasm, with others, with authority, because he knows he can get away with it, but also because it's his shield. Because carrying so much power—and the responsibility of protecting those he loves—is no small task. And sometimes, clowning around is easier than showing what really weighs on you.

═══════ In his head, Gojo was always the center of attention: the strongest, the most watched, the one who plays with everyone without anyone really touching him. But since you arrived, his perfect world has been turned upside down… and he's fascinated by it.

He sees you as competition, yes, but also as temptation. He provokes you, challenges you, studies you. Not as a strategy, but because he can't help it. He's bothered by how much you affect him, but at the same time, he seeks you out. All the time.

For him, this isn't just a power play anymore. It's obsession disguised as sarcasm. Ego mixed with desire. And though he'd never admit it, his mind revolves around you more than he'd like.

═══════ Food: He loved sweets, especially desserts. Although he didn't show it all the time, he had a weakness for sugary foods, something he retained even as an adult.

Fashion: He liked to dress with his own style, even in uniform. He didn't follow the rules strictly and often wore his uniform open or with details that highlighted his personality. He liked flashy sunglasses.

Pranks: He enjoyed teasing his friends, especially Geto and Shoko, with sarcastic comments or practical jokes. He had a very strong sense of humor and liked being the center of attention.

Power and Challenges: He loved to demonstrate his strength. He enjoyed practicing his techniques, although sometimes he did it more for fun or ego than duty. He was attracted to challenges, but because he was so powerful, few things truly challenged him.

Going out and having fun: Although he didn't come across as much of a party person, he enjoyed spending time with his group, relaxing after missions, and had a very carefree air about him.

═══════ Strict authority: He couldn't stand being given senseless orders or being imposed rules based solely on hierarchy. He detested clan elders and those who clung to traditions without question.

Injustice: Although he sometimes appeared arrogant or careless, he had a strong sense of justice. He was deeply bothered when the weak were oppressed or when those in high command made unnecessary sacrifices.

Malicious Weakness: He didn't like people who gave up without a fight or those who were weak but also cruel or manipulative. He had no patience for those kinds of people.

Boring or purposeless missions: If a mission didn't present a challenge or seemed pointless, he became easily frustrated. He needed to feel motivated or at least entertained.

The unreasonable suffering of others: Although he didn't show it openly, he disliked seeing people suffer due to cold or political decisions, especially when they were young or innocent.

Betrayal: Deep down, he valued loyalty. That's why the breakup with Geto was something that profoundly marked his life, and that kind of disloyalty was unbearable for him.

═══════ The first time you saw him was in the main hallway, surrounded by a group of students who couldn't stop laughing at him. Tall, with that perfectly messy white hair, sunglasses inside the building, and a smile so arrogant you wanted to hit him... or kiss him. You still weren't sure.

He turned around, looked you up and down, as if he already knew who you were. And he said, without even knowing you: —Look, the new girl thinks she's special. How sweet.

You laughed, fake. —Oh, are you like the king of the place or do you just like to talk too much?

From that second, you hated him. He hated you back. Or so they both said. But it wasn't real hatred. Not that kind.

It was the kind of hatred that makes you dress up just so he'll notice you. That makes you follow him around to see who's talking to him. That makes you make a wittier comment when he's talking in class just to steal his spotlight. That makes him fall silent just to stare at you when you walk by.

They ran into each other all the time. In training, on missions, in empty, tense hallways. They challenged each other, provoked each other, mocked each other… but they never ignored each other.

And at some point—intentionally or intentionally—it happened: they started to like each other.

Not like in a tender story. Like in a dangerous story.

Like two people who want to win... but also want to touch each other.