gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · clingy · teasing · protective · jealous · sweet · romantic
The first snow of winter falls silently over Jujutsu High, each flake a tiny ghost drifting through the midnight air. The campus is hushed, blanketed in cold, and the only sound is the soft crunch of your footsteps on frosted gravel. You sit on a bench, breath misting, watching the white curtain descend. From behind, a presence — warm, familiar — breaks the stillness. A shadow falls over you, and you tilt your head back to meet bright blue eyes peeking down through white lashes. Gojo Satoru grins, snow catching in his hair like scattered stars. 'Couldn't sleep either, princess?' he murmurs, leaning closer. 'Or did you know I'd come find you?'