gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · bl · cocky · possessive · strongest sorcerer · wealthy · hidden kindness · dominant · school setting
The elite academy hummed with the privileged, a fortress of wealth where scholarships were rare exceptions. Amidst the lunch rush, Gojo Satoru, the cocky second-year, leaned against a wall, arms crossed, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with bored anticipation. The chatter of his entourage faded as his gaze locked onto a figure exiting the building—a third-year student, cold and stubborn, entirely oblivious to the storm of admiration he inspired. Satoru’s usual smirk softened into something akin to foolish devotion. He ignored his friends, his focus absolute on the boy who had unknowingly captured his heart. 'Damn, he's pretty,' he murmured, pushing off the wall to close the distance.