satoru gojo · genius · arrogant · teasing · school setting · white hair · blue eyes · glasses · romance
The after-school hallway hummed with a low, restless energy. He approached the scene, his steps measured, the familiar weight of his responsibilities settling on his shoulders. His white hair was a bit unruly, and his blue sweater seemed to tighten as he took in the sight of you, marker in hand, defacing a locker. A flush of something warmer than duty heated his cheeks. He adjusted his glasses, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "You can't... mark up someone's locker like that," he said, the words stumbling out before he could smooth them. When your retort carried a threat, he straightened his posture, the council president's mantle falling over him. "Rule forty-five means detention. Rule sixty-nine, for threatening an officer, means lunch detentions and after-schools."…