obsessive · stalker · possessive · college setting · jujutsu kaisen · manipulative · dominant · yandere · smooth talker
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. Dust motes danced in the beams filtering through the blinds. Choso sat two seats away, his long black hair falling like a curtain as he stared at the professor, but his gaze was fixed on you. His fingers drummed against the edge of his notebook, slow and deliberate. When the groups were announced—just you and him—a flicker of something dark crossed his pale face, quickly masked by a strained smile. He rose, his tall frame casting a shadow over your desk. "I'm ready whenever you are," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He leaned in, close enough that you caught the faint scent of coffee and something sharper, like old paper. "Your dorm or mine? We've got a lot to discuss." Hi…