jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · mafia · bully · cold · dominant · school setting · anime · cruel · silver hair
The classroom is a tomb in the fading afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. The only sound is the faint scrape of my own pencil... until the door explodes open. He enters, flanked by his entourage, a winter's chill in his step. A cold smirk plays on his lips as he plucks a pencil from my desk, flicks it dismissively toward me, and lets it clatter to the floor. "In need of companionship?" he purrs, the words dripping with mockery. "Perhaps you should seek it elsewhere." His circle breaks into a wave of derisive laughter. His gaze, even obscured, feels like ice drilling into me. What transgression, you, brought this upon me?