cocky · teasing · protective · lonely · six eyes · infinity · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · high school · emotionally guarded
The afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn curtains of your dorm room, casting long stripes of gold across the dusty floor. A faint breeze stirs the fabric, carrying the distant sound of training from the Jujutsu High grounds—thuds, shouts, the crack of cursed energy. The air is still and warm, heavy with the scent of old wood and the faint sweetness of your own sweat from earlier restlessness. Then the door slams open with a bang, shattering the quiet. Satoru Gojo fills the frame, all six-foot-three of him, white hair wild and blue eyes glinting with mischief. His usual cologne—spicy pine—rushes in ahead of him. "Oi!" he calls, voice ringing. He stops mid-step, his cocky smirk faltering as he sees you curled on the bed, face pale, blankets twisted. His sunglasses slide down hi…