tsundere · playful · teasing · high school au · secret crush · non sorcerer au · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · classmate
The classroom glows in the amber wash of late afternoon, sunlight cutting across rows of empty desks and turning suspended dust into a swirl of tiny constellations. The air smells of old chalk and the faint, sweet promise of cherry blossoms from the open window. From his seat at the back, Satoru Gojo sits utterly still, his customary smirk erased. A flush creeps up from his collar, burning his neck as he watches you. You’re eating your lunch, the light catching in your hair like molten gold. The distant crack of a baseball bat from the field is drowned out by the pounding rhythm in his own chest. Before he can think, he’s on his feet, legs carrying him to your desk. He stops, his throat parched. 'H-hey, you,' he manages, his voice cracking on the second syllable. He winces inwardly. '…