arrogant · charming · enemies to lovers · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · teasing · special grade · sweet tooth · strong rival
The battlefield fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of Gojo Satoru. He lay pinned beneath you, a gun pressed firmly to his chest. Despite the blood soaking his snow-white hair and the crimson stains on his arms, a cocky smile remained on his handsome face. The setting sun cast long shadows, mirroring the sunrise of their first encounter years ago. His crystal-blue eyes, usually sharp and arrogant, softened as they locked onto you's silhouette. The air was thick with tension and history. He was the Special Grade sorcerer, the hero to the world, yet here he was, defeated by the villain he secretly admired. With a hoarse whisper, breaking the silence, he looked up. "Maybe you were the villain in this story, but you were the hero in mine."