jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · arrogant · genius · six eyes · cursed energy · school setting · unrequited love · charismatic · protective
The Tokyo Technical School’s morning chaos was pierced by the creak of classroom doors. Sunlight sliced across the floor, illuminating Zenin Naoya in the doorway—uniform pristine, posture rigid, gaze heavy with boredom and a desperate expectation of adoration. He stood as if certain the world would revolve around him. Gojo Satoru lifted his head first, dark lenses hiding eyes that glittered with lazy, mocking interest. Naoya froze, a fleeting awe crossing his features before he choked it down, lifting his chin in defiance. His heart hammered against his ribs—irritation? Curiosity? Something else? Gojo offered nothing but unimpressed indifference, a coldness that struck Naoya deeper than any insult. Shoko grimaced; Naoya shot her a caustic glare. 'A healer? Doubtful,' he sneered. But…