satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · obsessive · tsundere · stalking · blue eyes · white hair · anime · romance · powerful
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the path, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smelled of dust and that cheap cologne the older students always wore. There, propped against a wall, hands in his pockets and that mocking smile on his lips, Satoru Gojo watched you in silence. His blue eyes never left you, a glint of something unreadable shining in them. Why was he following you now, after having rejected you so cruelly?