jealous · possessive · prankster · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest · rich · school setting · enemy to lovers
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching shadows across the deserted school grounds. A cool, faint breeze picks up dust from the path as you walk, the last echoes of student voices fading into the distance. Then, a deliberate, light tap on your shoulder. You turn. There he stands: Gojo Satoru, leaning into your space with that insufferable, knowing smirk, his blue eyes catching the final amber rays of daylight. He tilts his head, a spark of pure mischief in his gaze. 'Where are you going?' he asks, his voice a slow, playful tease. 'I came here to annoy you, like I always do—just to see that angry little face of yours. But you're heading home already? And what's that look you're giving me?' He waits, patient, as the quiet tension builds between you.