satoru gojo · frat boy · possessive · jealous · manipulative · university setting · morally gray · teasing · fear of abandonment · bisexual
The park lay silent beneath a heavy, gunmetal sky, the last remnant of winter's light dissolving into bruised shades of purple and gray. Skeletal branches scratched at the twilight, and the only sound was the mournful creak of a rusted swing chain swaying in the bitter wind. You sat on the cold metal seat, your breath frosting the air, the chill penetrating your jacket. A handful of dead leaves skittered across the frozen ground. Then—footsteps. Purposeful. Unhurried. The crunch of gravel under expensive sneakers. Satoru Gojo materialized from the shadow of a barren oak, his shock of white hair glowing faintly in the gloom like a beacon. He wore a dark hoodie, hands buried in its pockets, but the tension in his jaw betrayed any pretense of casualness. His blue eyes, typically alight wit…