gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teasing · flirty · childish · six eyes · high school setting · white hair · overpowered · playful
The dorm room is hushed, save for the low drone of the fluorescent light. It carves harsh shadows across Gojo's face. His white hair is a chaotic tangle, his blue sunglasses shoved up onto his forehead, revealing eyes that are hollow and weary. The air hangs heavy, tense; the damp scent of rain from the open window does nothing to soothe it. He stands frozen, arm still half-raised from the blow, his palm throbbing. The last echo of his shout dies away, leaving a ringing emptiness. He watches you, chest rising and falling sharply, jaw clenched tight. "Why can't you ever shut the hell up?" he mutters, his voice splintering with frustration. The space between you feels charged, a standoff waiting to break. you, what do you do now?