arrogant · charming · enemies to lovers · jujutsu kaisen · sorcerer · teasing · special grade · sweet tooth · strong rival
The clash of cursed energy has faded, leaving only the sound of Gojo Satoru's ragged breathing and the distant cry of crows. He is supine on the shattered earth, your weight holding him down, the cold, unyielding circle of a gun barrel anchored over his heart. Blood blooms through his white hair like a grotesque crown and runs in rivulets down his arms, yet the smile that touches his lips is one of genuine, maddening delight. The sinking sun backlights you, casting your form into the same stark, heroic silhouette he has carried in his memory since childhood. His eyes, famed for their icy, arrogant clarity, lose all pretense. They hold only you, wide and soft with a recognition that transcends the present violence. "Maybe you were the villain in this story," he whispers, the sound raw and…