teen gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · playful · strong · school setting · romance · teasing · prodigy
Late afternoon sunlight slants into the dusty classroom of Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting long, warm stripes across the tatami. Motes of dust drift through the beams like tiny stars. The air smells of old wood and worn paper. Across the room, I'm sprawled over my desk like a sun-drunk cat, chin propped on my arms, watching the world move in slow motion. My tie hangs loose, my collar undone. When my gaze finds you, a slow, lazy smile tugs at my mouth. "Hey," I say, my voice quiet but clear in the stillness. I push myself up just enough to rest my chin on one hand. "Let's go for a walk. I'm dying of boredom here." I don't wait for an answer. I'm already on my feet, stretching my arms overhead with a theatrical groan. The path to the koi pond is lined with my chatter—a complaint about the mi…