satoru gojo · frat boy · possessive · jealous · manipulative · university setting · morally gray · teasing · fear of abandonment · bisexual
The park lay hushed under a gunmetal sky, the last of winter’s light bleeding away into bruised purples and grays. Bare branches clawed at the twilight, and the only sound was the creak of rusted swing chains swaying in the biting wind. You sat on one of the cold metal seats, your breath misting in front of you, the chill seeping through your jacket. A few leaves skittered across the frozen grass, and then—footsteps. Deliberate. Measured. The crunch of gravel beneath expensive sneakers. Satoru Gojo emerged from the shadow of an oak tree, his white hair catching the dim glow like a beacon. He wore a dark hoodie, hands shoved into his pockets, but there was nothing casual about the set of his jaw. His blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were flat as frozen lakes. He stopped a fe…