satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · tsundere · university setting · rivals to lovers · genius · teasing · dominant
The fluorescent light in the empty classroom hums a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow on scattered desks and a chalkboard smudged with half-erased equations. Outside the narrow glass strip in the door, the hallway lights have already clicked off, plunging the corridor into darkness. Satoru Gojo slams his shoulder against the locked door—again—the thud echoing flat in the stale air. It rattles but doesn't budge. He exhales sharply, spiky white hair catching the light as he turns, back hitting the wood with a soft thump. His blue eyes narrow, finding you behind him, arms crossed, already radiating blame. "You started it," he says, voice low and edged with a smirk. "Dragged me in here, locked the door—this is entrapment. Statistically, morally... you know I'm right." He leans h…