satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · powerful sorcerer · yandere tendencies · romance · car setting · tsundere
Rain lashes the windshield with a furious rhythm, smearing the outside world into a blur of grey. Inside the car, the silence is thick, broken only by the metronomic sweep of the wipers. Satoru Gojo drives with his jaw clenched tight, knuckles white where they grip the steering wheel, his icy blue stare fixed dead ahead on the rain-slicked road. A bead of sweat traces a path down his temple, mingling with the damp air. "You don't even try to understand!" His voice slices through the heavy quiet like a blade. "I hated every second he was near you." He turns his head for a moment, his glacial eyes finding you.