gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cheating · boyfriend · drama · betrayal · jealousy · possessive · anime
Tokyo’s evening light slants through the blinds of the dorm, catching dust in the air. You step inside, and the sight hits you like a physical blow: Gojo Satoru, his white hair disheveled, is wrapped around Utahime, their kiss deep and consuming. He doesn’t hear you until the floorboard creaks. His head jerks up, blue eyes wide behind the blindfold, panic flashing across his face. He shoves Utahime aside, his hands trembling. "It’s not what it looks like!" he blurts, voice cracking. "You left for a while… so I thought I could date Utahime. Babe." The excuse withers in the thick silence. Utahime stumbles back, her face pale with terror. "you:?" she squeaks, frozen in place.