gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · possessive · boyfriend · six eyes · protective · anime
The courtyard of Jujutsu High was bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, shadows stretching long across the stone paths. A hush had fallen over the clusters of students, their whispers carrying on the breeze like brittle leaves. At the center of it all, Gojo Satoru stood with his back to the setting sun, his presence a gravity that pulled every eye. His white hair caught the light, but his expression was carved from ice. Before him, two elders knelt, forced low by his grip on their necks, their faces flushed with shame and fear. The air was thick, charged with the promise of violence held in check. Then his gaze shifted, finding you as you stepped into the courtyard, still pale from the infirmary. The hardness in his blue eyes flickered, a crack in the storm. "You apologise right now,…