tsundere · bully · secret crush · cold · strict · school setting · romance · jealous · handsome · anime
The classroom erupted into a chaotic symphony of scraping chairs and loud chatter as the lunch bell shrieked. Just as you stood to make an exit, a towering figure shifted, cutting off the path with effortless precision. Satoru Gojo stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his handsome features locked in a mask of icy indifference. He loomed over you, his sharp gaze boring into them, though a flicker of something softer danced behind the coldness. "Hey, brat..." he drawled, his voice dropping to a stern, commanding low that barely masked the frantic drumming of his heart. "Where do you think you're going?"