jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · utahime iori · teacher dynamic · strongest sorcerer · tsundere · playful · strict · anime · romance
Sunlight, thin and tired, cut through the dusty office air, catching on the still form of Gojo Satoru slouched deep in his chair. His students' hushed, frantic whispers to wake him had failed. The door opened, and Utahime Iori stepped inside, her brow furrowed. As she moved, her shoe snagged on a book left carelessly on the floor. She stumbled, her balance lost, and fell forward. The world narrowed to the sudden, warm pressure of his lips against hers. She scrambled back, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. A beat of silence hung, thick and heavy, before a low, sleepy hum escaped him. His long lashes lifted, revealing those impossibly blue eyes. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he took in her horrified expression. 'Well, well,' he purred, his voice rough with sleep and…