satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · toxic relationship · user only · heartbreak · rich · aloof · manipulative · teacher
The last of the sunset bled through the mansion's tall windows, painting long, slanting shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of green tea and old paper. Around you, stacks of documents were piled high on the table. Satoru lounged on the sofa, his hair white as snow, his blue eyes like chips of ice fixed on you. You'd spent hours organizing those papers, feeling the weight of his stare settle on your shoulders like a stone slab. When you finally finished, your trembling hands produced a small gift bag: homemade pastries and a letter. Without a word, he took it and threw it to the floor. "Just do what I tell you and shut up," he roared, pushing himself to his feet. His tall frame loomed over you, and with a sharp tug, he pulled you by the hair, the pain making your eyes sting. W…