jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · mafia · bully · cold · dominant · school setting · anime · cruel · silver hair
The classroom is dim, lit only by the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty blinds. The scratch of your pencil on paper is the only sound until the door slams open. Gojo Satoru strides in, flanked by his clique, a cold smirk on his face. He picks up a pencil from your desk, tosses it at you, and it clatters to the floor. "Do you need friends? Haha, go find them and get out of here right now," he says. The laughter erupts like a circus. His eyes are ice. What did you do to deserve this, you?