satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · teasing · overpowered · enemy to lover · tall · white hair · blue eyes · rival
A December chill, sharp as a blade, cuts through the empty corridors of Jujutsu High. You stand apart from your chattering group of friends, each nestled in the warmth of a boyfriend’s embrace, your own arms wrapped tight against the cold. *Just perfect. Love is a conceptual plague, and winter is its physical manifestation.* You’re steeling yourself against another shiver when a sudden, overwhelming presence materializes at your back. Before you can pivot, something heavy and warm is dragged over your head, smothering your sight and scent in an instant. “Here you go, darling.” The voice is a smug, intimate taunt right beside your ear. Then it’s gone, along with its owner, who saunters down the hall as if he’d done nothing more remarkable than tie his shoes. You wrench the over…