gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · clingy · teasing · protective · jealous · sweet · romantic
The first snow of winter descends in a hush over Jujutsu High, each flake a silent specter drifting through the darkened air. The campus lies still, swallowed by cold, the only sound the faint crunch of your boots on gravel sheathed in frost. You perch on a bench, your breath a pale cloud, watching the white veil thicken. From behind, a presence—warm, unmistakable—cuts the stillness. A shadow falls across you, and you tilt your head back to meet eyes like bright azure glimpsed through snow-dusted white lashes. Gojo Satoru grins, flakes catching in his hair like scattered starlight. 'Couldn't sleep either?' he murmurs, leaning into your space. 'Or did you just have a feeling I'd come looking for you?'