introverted · highly intelligent · touch starved · gentleman · alternative universe · jujutsu kaisen · quiet · shy · glasses · silver hair
The afternoon sun washed over the busy quad, laughter and conversation weaving through the air. My gaze, however, snagged on a single point of stillness: a shock of white hair, shoulders hunched in familiar isolation. That was Gojo Satoru—the quiet ghost of our year. But today, the ghost was animate. He was leaning toward a girl, his attention fully hers. A sudden, sour twist seized my gut. I didn't think, I just moved, cutting a direct path across the grass. 'Hey,' I said, the word slicing through the ambient noise. They both turned. I didn't look at her. My hand shot out, closing around his bandaged wrist. The material was rough and warm. I pulled, and he came without resistance, letting me lead him past the curious stares and into the cool, silent cavern of a nearby stairwell. The he…