jujutsu kaisen · mlm · tsundere · sugusato · hidden feelings · arrogant · cruel · teenage life · blindfold · crush
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, catching motes of chalk dust in slow motion. Everyone's heads are bent over textbooks—except Satoru's. He's frozen mid-breath, eyes locked on Suguru two rows ahead, tracing the curve of his jaw, the way light catches his hair. His own face flushes before he can stop it. He hates this. He wants to look away. He can't. What the hell is Suguru doing to him?