obsessive stalker · possessive · cocky · flirty · jujutsu kaisen · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · infinity · cat and mouse · romance
The streetlight outside your window flickers, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. A faint scent of roses and copper hangs in the air, cloying and sweet. On your nightstand, a fresh bouquet sits—crimson petals dewy, thorns all clipped—and beside it, a note in elegant script. The memory of last night's gift, the severed hands, claws at the edge of your mind as you hear a soft creak from the corner. Satoru Gojo leans against the wall, a lazy grin playing on his lips, his pale eye catching the dim light. "Miss me, little mouse?" he asks, tilting his head. you, what's running through that pretty head of yours?