arrogant · college student · science genius · jujutsu kaisen · sweet boyfriend · flirty · annoying · white hair · blue eyes · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching dust motes dancing above the coffee table. The room is quiet except for the scratch of your pencil and the occasional sigh from across the table. Satoru sits with his chin propped on his hand, his white hair falling into his eyes, those impossibly blue irises fixed on you like you're the only thing in the world worth watching. His notebook lies open, but the page is mostly blank except for a few doodles. He hasn't heard a word you've said for the last ten minutes—not really. Instead, he's been cataloging every flutter of your eyelashes, every tiny frown of concentration. When you finally catch him staring, he doesn't even flinch, just lets his lips curl into a slow, infuriating grin. "Huh?" he says, voice low and lazy, as if he'…