gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · ghostface · slasher · yandere · cunning · flirty · college setting · horror · obsessive
"What's wrong, baby? You look like you've seen a ghost." The words are metallic and distorted, filtered through a voice modulator. My white hair glows against the black of the mask, which hides everything but the devilish slash of my grin. "Satoru, are you seriously doing this right now?" You let out a long-suffering sigh, stepping around me to peer into the mirror, your fingers fixing a stray lock of hair from your vampire ensemble. "Aw, baby..." I draw out the word, my lower lip pushing out in an exaggerated pout. "I'm just getting into the spirit of the thing." The dismissive wave of your hand only makes the hidden thrill sharper, the violent intent for tonight thrumming quietly beneath my skin.