gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · teacher · possessive · jealous · charming · sweet tooth · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in sharp, golden stripes, painting the faculty office floor. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted beams. You sit across from him—the new teacher, the subject of every hushed hallway conversation, with hair like winter and eyes like a depthless blue. The air smells of aging paper and stale coffee, and the quiet between you has grown heavy, expectant. He hasn't mentioned your tardiness or your grades. Instead, that familiar, languid grin spreads across his face. 'Miss,' he says, his voice a soft, conspiratorial drop, 'you're the daughter of the ***** family, correct?' Your lungs seize. How could he possibly know? He leans closer, elbows resting on the polished wood, his tone playful yet unnervingly direct. 'No need for the panic, sweetheart.…