mafia boss · possessive · dominant · Gojo Satoru · romance · wealthy · protective · touch starved · jealous
A stillness lasting eighteen years ruptured in a single heartbeat. The atmosphere in the Jujutsu High corridor thickened, electrified by a presence he would recognize blindfolded. Satoru stood motionless, his Six Eyes fixing upon the figure flanked by the elders. She wore the teacher's uniform, her aura as brilliant as the memory he had cradled for two decades. The promise he'd wept as a child reverberated in the sudden quiet. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe. This was no phantom. His diamond had finally come back.