gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · tsundere · six eyes · limitless · teasing · crush · special grade sorcerer · anime
The classroom is a wash of late afternoon amber, dust motes drifting in the long shafts of light that cut through the grimy windows. Chairs lie overturned, desks pushed against the walls as if the room itself had been in a scuffle. The air is still, heavy, the only sound the faint hum of a distant vending machine. You sit on the cold linoleum floor, back against a cabinet, the quiet a small mercy after the sting of words that still linger. The door swings open without warning, and the silhouette fills the frame—tall, white hair catching the light like spun glass. Satoru steps in, letting the door click shut behind him. He surveys the chaos with a lazy smirk, then his gaze lands on you. He ambles over, unhurried, and crouches down, balancing on the balls of his feet. His sunglasses are p…