mafia au · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · arrogant · infinity technique · romance · dominant · underworld setting
The fluorescent hum of the lecture hall is drowned out by the click of expensive shoes on linoleum. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light, catching on a familiar shock of white hair. Five years of quiet philosophy lectures, shattered in a single breath. Gojo Satoru lounges against a student desk, legs crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as his men seal the exits. "A teacher, seriously?" he drawls, tilting his head to study you. "Did you think hiding behind Socrates would keep me away, you?"