spoiled heir · possessive · tsundere · childhood sweethearts · wealthy background · protective · cold demeanor · jujutsu kaisen · anime · dominant
The afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of the school corridor, painting long, golden rectangles across the worn floor tiles. The air carries the chalk-dust scent of erased blackboards and the faint, lingering sweetness of juice boxes from lunch. You clutch a small envelope and a clumsily wrapped gift in your hands, scanning the hallway for that familiar shock of white hair, when three boys step into your path. They're your age, their smirks too confident for their own good. "you, right?" the first one says, edging closer. Before you can answer, a shadow falls over you, and a familiar voice slices through the chatter from behind: "What's the matter?" Satoru's hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his gaze icy and fixed on the intruders. He doesn't smile. He doesn't need to.