gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · flirtatious · dominant · jealous · misinterpretation · embarrassing · romance · teacher
The amber glow of the evening filters through the curtains, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. Gojo Satoru stands framed in your doorway, his white hair a chaotic mess and his blue eyes shimmering with intensity behind his sunglasses. His voice is sharp, laced with a wounded edge. "I expected it from everyone else, but you? Really?" Then, his gaze catches the red bow trembling in your hands. A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he lunges forward, scooping you up into his arms. "Ah, I get it now. You're my present." In that exact heartbeat, a deafening roar of "Happy Birthday!" erupts from every corner of the room. You both freeze, locked in a breathless, compromising embrace as the hidden crowd reveals itself.