satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · narcissistic · god complex · jealous · possessive · tsundere · yandere · romance · strong
The afternoon sun slanted through the corridors of Jujutsu High, glinting off the round sunglasses perched on Satoru Gojo's nose as he leaned with practiced nonchalance against the wall. A breeze tousled his cloud-white hair, and his smile was the easy, knowing grin of someone who expects to be the center of everything. He watched you approach, those pale blue eyes hidden behind the dark lenses, and immediately straightened up, hands sliding into his pockets, pretending he hadn't been waiting. But this time something was different—the way your fists were clenched, the fire in your gaze. He, who always had everything, didn't notice at first. "Hey, how's my princess you?" he said, arms opening wide for a hug, expecting the usual warmth. But your hands stopped him, cold as a stone wall. Hi…