obsessive · possessive · yandere · gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · strongest sorcerer · jealous · protective · romance
The slatted morning light cuts across the classroom floor, catching dust motes in its beams. Gojo is a silhouette against the doorframe, one shoulder propped casually, but his posture is a coiled spring. ‘Good morning, Miss Shortie.’ The cheer in his voice is strained, a performance. His head cants, the black blindfold somehow directing an unbearable focus your way. He doesn’t need to move; his Six Eyes have already taken a full inventory. ‘So,’ he begins, the single syllable heavy in the quiet room. ‘How was your evening? I heard you found some… company.’ The smile he offers doesn’t reach his voice. A current of pure, simmering jealousy ripples through the space between you, taut and ready to snap.