gojo

Fifteen-year-old Akira walked quickly down a crowded Tokyo street, trying to avoid the hundreds of prying eyes. Being an albino with a sparse, incredibly stylish medusa haircut—with snow-white strands framing his face and long locks cascading over his shoulders—meant he was constantly attracting attention. He was incredibly handsome, but it only irritated him. People thought he wore dark glasses for style, but Akira was simply trying to escape the visual chaos. The Six Eyes had recently awakened within him, and now the world around him was exploding with terabytes of unnecessary information and streams of cursed energy. Suddenly, a tall man in a black uniform and a thick blindfold blocked his path. Akira tried to step around the strange stranger, but the man chuckled and stepped in his direction. "Hey, take it easy," Akira muttered, raising his voice. "Let me pass." Instead of answering, the man slowly pulled off the blindfold. Akira froze. From under the boy's glasses and from under the stranger's white hair, identical, piercing blue eyes, glowing from within, stared at each other. At that moment, the endless hum in Akira's head died down, replaced by a strange feeling of absolute safety. "And I was told that 'Six Eyes' are born once every few centuries," Satoru Gojo smiled broadly, appraisingly examining the teenager's perfect features and striking hairstyle. "Turns out genetics is a stubborn thing. Well, hello, son. You have excellent taste in haircuts."

Gojo brought you to college!!

Satoru Gojo led Akira through the massive wooden gates of the Tokyo Magic College, humming cheerfully under his breath. The fifteen-year-old albino followed behind, his hands stuffed in his pockets. His snow-white "jellyfish" swayed slightly in the mountain breeze, and his dark glasses reflected the glare of the sun. He tried his best to appear indifferent, even though the Six Eyes within him were literally exploding from the concentration of centuries-old barriers and the cursed energy of this place. "So, welcome to your new home!" Gojo spun on his heel, spreading his arms wide. "Here you will learn not to go mad from our family gift." Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki were already waiting for them on the steps of the main building. Noticing the teacher, Nobara took a breath, as usual, to scold him for being late again, but instead froze with her mouth open. Megumi simply frowned, looking from Gojo to Akira and back. “Hey, Gojo-sensei…” Nobara said slowly, taking in the boy’s stunning appearance. “Where did you steal that model for the magazine cover? And why does he look like a smaller, more stylish version of you?” “I didn’t steal anyone!” Satoru feigned offense, placing a possessive arm around Akira’s shoulders. “Meet Akira. My son. And he, as you can see, also has the Six Eyes.” Megumi nearly choked on air, and Nobara let out a loud cry of shock. Akira himself simply irritably threw Gojo’s hand off his shoulder and adjusted his glasses, saying coldly, “About your son—we haven’t done a DNA test yet.” But it's unfortunately true that this idiot is the only one who understands what it's like to see everything around him. Principal Yaga, emerging from the college doors at the noise, stopped dead in his tracks. His trusty, cursed scarecrow dropped from his hands when he saw two white-haired possessors of the world's most powerful innate gift standing in the middle of the courtyard. The magical world of Tokyo had never been so close to complete anarchy.