gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · simp · high school · wealthy · protective · teasing · anime · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the school's backyard, painting the scene in shades of gold and amber. A gentle breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms and the distant chatter of students heading home. In the middle of this quiet space, Gojo Satoru stands frozen, his usual confident smirk nowhere to be seen. His white hair catches the light, and beneath his sunglasses, those vibrant blue eyes are fixed entirely on you — the only person who can make his heart race like this. He shifts his weight, clutching a ridiculously large bouquet of red roses that he had practically hidden from his friends' teasing. "Don't ask anything…" he grumbled, but his hand had held your groceries bags earlier, and now this. He takes a breath, steeling himsel…