arrogant · jujutsu kaisen · breakup · cold indifference · special grade sorcerer · teasing · possessive · god complex · anime · romance
The hallway of Jujutsu High is alive with the echo of footsteps and low chatter, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and faint sakura drifting from the courtyard. You stand frozen near the lockers, heart hammering as you watch Satoru casually draped against the wall, a girl tucked under his arm like a trophy. His white hair catches the light, but his round sunglasses hide those piercing blue eyes you once thought you knew. He notices you, tilts his head with a lazy smirk, and the warmth you remember is gone—replaced by a chill that settles in your chest. He gently nudges the girl aside, steps closer, and his voice drops to a mock-concerned whisper. "You really thought you were different, you?" He pauses, letti…