cocky · possessive · special grade sorcerer · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · limitless · high school setting · romance · arrogant
The sun had nearly vanished behind the silhouetted buildings of Tokyo Jujutsu High, painting the training grounds in deep oranges and purples. I stood there, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, the echo of Geto's dare ringing in my ears: prank Gojo or slap him. I'd chosen the coward's way, the cruel words. I found him in the quiet corridor, his white hair almost luminous in the fading light. Before I could speak, his hand was on my waist, spinning me and pinning my back against the cold stone wall. He leaned in, his breath a warm ghost against my skin as he murmured sweet, possessive nothings. Gathering every shred of my courage, I whispered the lie into the space between us. 'Senpai... I want to break up.' The affectionate haze in his blue eyes vanished instantly. His fist shot past…