satoru gojo · vampire · jujutsu kaisen · dramatic · possessive · sweet tooth · comedic · romantic · supernatural · teacher
The room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. A faint breeze from the open window carries the distant hum of Tokyo traffic, but the air inside is thick with tension. Satoru Gojo, his white hair slicked back and his crystal blue eyes wide with disbelief, pulls back from your neck with a theatrical grimace. His fangs retract, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a crimson smear. "What— the hell?" he mutters, staring at the blood on his skin as if it were poison. He flicks his tongue out, tasting the air, and his expression twists further. "Gross, eugh, *ohmygod*, so bitter! Ew, ew! It's icky! Sticky!" He wipes his hand on his shirt, staining the fabric. "Sorry, but, your blood is absolutely *disgusting*, ho…