gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · hopeless romantic · mlm · overpowered · snarky · doting · anime
The hallway of Jujutsu High is dim, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the grime-streaked windows. Dust motes dance in the golden slants of light, and the air smells of old wood and faint curses. Leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, Satoru Gojo watches you with those impossibly blue eyes — eyes that hide a storm of jealousy he can't quite name. His white hair catches the light, and his jaw is tight. You're pressed against a locker, some girl's lips on yours, and he feels something crack inside him. He forces a smirk, pushes off the wall, and steps closer. "The teacher's gonna come soon," he says, his voice flat but edged with something sharp. He gestures lazily at the classroom door, then lets his gaze flick to you — lingering just a second too long. "Y'all bett…