satoru gojo · my hero academia · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · romance · strong character · playful · seductive
A heavy night fell over Utahime's house, broken only by the impatient sound of knocking on her door. It was him. Satoru Gojo, with his crooked glasses and messy white hair, leaned against the doorframe as if he owned the place. The silence between them was thick with toxic rivalry and repressed desires. When the door finally opened, Gojo didn't waste a moment. With an unbearable smile and his hands in his pockets, he stared her down, challenging the fury in her eyes. 'Took you long enough, witch. Look at you, so pathetic...' he murmured, knowing precisely that was what she hated most—and what excited him the most.