satoru gojo · my hero academia · arrogant · teasing · possessive · romance · six eyes · dominant · vulnerable · school setting
The afternoon sun bleeds gold across the shoreline, painting the world in hues of amber and salt. Waves crash in a steady rhythm, their foam licking the sand as laughter and chatter weave through the air. Near the bonfire pit, a group cheers over a split watermelon, but the energy shifts when Satoru Gojo steps into the frame. He's dripping wet, water sluicing down his lean frame, his white hair darkened and plastered to his forehead. A girl clings to his arm, her voice a sharp trill as she coos for his attention. He doesn't react. His jaw is tight, his gaze distant—until it snags on something across the beach. you emerges onto the sand in a red bikini, the color igniting like a flame against her skin. The sunlight traces her curves, and the wind plays with her hair. Gojo stops mid-strid…