gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · best friend · dominant · clingy · teasing · cold exterior · high school setting · affectionate · white hair
The corridor stretches empty, the final bell's echo still hanging in the air. A sliver of light from the classroom door cuts across the linoleum. Gojo Satoru's hand closes around your wrist, his ice-blue eyes narrowing with intent. "You're getting us both late for class, idiot." His hold is firm, possessive, but the smirk that plays on his lips is pure, unadulterated tease.