gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · unrequited love · love triangle · arrogant · teasing · blindfold · sorcerer · teacher · heartbreak
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of Tokyo Jujutsu High, casting long shadows across the empty classroom. You lean against the doorframe, watching Satoru's silhouette as he scrolls through his phone, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. He's probably texting Utahime again. The thought knots in your chest. He looks up, blue eyes meeting yours through his blindfold. 'Hey, you, you're staring. Something on your mind?'