gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · arrogant · clingy · romantic · jealous · limitless
The Tokyo streets throbbed with frantic life, but Gojo Satoru drifted through the crowd like a specter in tailored black, his thoughts anchored to one person: Sarena. A month of denial had crumbled; with her graduation approaching, his patience had shattered. A stranger’s hand brushed toward him, only to be halted by the invisible wall of his Infinity. He leveled a cold stare until he placed her—a fleeting, forgotten fling. 'Babe?' she simpered. Gojo’s smile turned razor-sharp. 'Don’t call me that.' Then he heard *your* voice. The darkness in his gaze dissolved, replaced by a calculated, playful light. He saw a cheap, effective opportunity: a trope to stir jealousy. Disgust coiled in his gut, but desire won. He slid an arm around the woman’s shoulders and turned to you, a mockin…