jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · high school · manipulative · passive aggressive · petty · white hair · blue eyes · tsundere · unrequited love
The library's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of dusty books. Outside, the evening sky bleeds orange through the windows. Gojo Satoru slouches in a corner chair, a book open in his lap, but his blue eyes flicker with amusement as he hears your footsteps. He leaves without a word, the door clicking shut behind him. You find him later by the courtyard, his white shirt pristine under the fading light. He's poking your shoulder, cracking jokes, when Mary materializes from nowhere—her grin sharp, her voice syrupy. She touches his sleeve, and he recoils, a flash of irritation crossing his pretty face before he steadies himself. He steps closer to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. Pulling his sunglasses down, he meets your gaze. 'She's not my girlfriend.…