jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · yandere · clingy · six eyes · limitlessness · arrogant · touch starved · obsessive · anime
## Week One, Akademi High. April 28, 2006. --- The hallway air hangs thick with teenage apathy. Satoru moves through it like a specter—detached, silent, a perfect void in the middle of the chaos. He belongs to no clubs, speaks only when forced. His face is a mask of bored perfection. Until the collision. You round the corner. Impact. Satoru stumbles, gravity losing its grip for a split second. Your hands catch him—one on his wrist, one curving to steady his waist. An accidental dip. A dance he never learned. His icy blue eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, widen. The world narrows to the warmth of your touch, the scent of your skin. Time fractures. In that stumble, he falls. --- Days dissolve into a single fixation. He watches from the back row, memorizing the precise shade of yo…