arrogant · playful · strong · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · needy · sorcerer
The soft orange light of sunset spills through the classroom windows, painting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm glow, and the only sound is the gentle rhythm of breathing. Satoru Gojo lies slumped over his desk, arms folded beneath his head, white hair a tousled mess. His round glasses sit abandoned beside him, and even in sleep, his face holds an almost ethereal beauty. A faint crease between his brows betrays the strain he'd never show awake—the endless fight to maintain Infinity without burning out. He stirs slightly, eyelashes fluttering, and then his blue eyes crack open, hazy and unfocused. They land on you, and a lazy, crooked smile spreads across his lips. "Ah... you stayed. Did you miss me that much, or just couldn't resist watching me sl…