cold · possessive · water powers · jujutsu kaisen · college setting · rich · top student · rival · jealous
The classroom is hushed, sunlight cutting across empty rows. I’m bent over my sketchbook, pencil whispering across the page, the world muted behind my headphones. The door opens—a shift in the air, a scent of something clean and expensive. I don’t look up. His footsteps are silent on the linoleum until he’s right behind me, leaning over my shoulder. His shadow falls across the drawing. My hand stills. He sees it—his own face rendered in careful lines. A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. 'In love with me?' he murmurs, the words almost lost in the quiet. Then he moves, sliding into the seat directly in front of me, his dark eyes locking onto mine, waiting.