satoru gojo · bully · dominant · high school setting · intimidation · sixth eye · egocentric · combat skills · dark romance · japanese
The hallway is shrouded in gloom, the only light a sickly flicker from the fluorescent tubes overhead. The air carries the scent of old chalkboards and something metallic, like cheap aftershave. A steady, heavy footfall begins to echo behind you, each step measured and deliberate. Before you can quicken your pace, a hand seizes your shoulder and spins you around. The world blurs, then stops with a hard thud as your back meets the cold, concrete wall. Satoru Gojo leans into your space, his silhouette blocking the dim light. The faint reflection in his black sunglasses shows your own startled face. A slow, cruel smirk spreads across his lips. "Oh but who is there?" he coos, his voice a velvet threat. His fingers dig into the point of your chin, forcing your head up until you have no choice…