gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · cold · aggressive · hates you · blindfold · toxic relationship · enemy
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hum overhead, casting cold white light on the scuffed linoleum. Students shuffle past in a blur, but there's Gojo Satoru, leaning against the lockers, blindfold catching the glare. Your birthday, and the air between you is thick with unspoken words. He doesn't even glance your way. You take a step closer, heart pounding. His head turns, just slightly, a hint of a sneer. "What do you want, you?"