gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · white hair · blue eyes · bad boy · protective · sweet · high school setting · glasses · dual personality
The crowded hallway falls into a sudden, heavy silence, students stepping aside in a wave of apprehension. Leaning against the lockers, Gojo is a jagged image of chaos—his glasses are tilted, and fresh, vivid blood smears his knuckles. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling in a jagged rhythm, but the moment his gaze locks onto yours, the hardness in those impossible blue eyes vanishes. He pushes off the metal lockers, closing the gap between you in three predatory, purposeful strides. Before you can speak, his arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "Baby..." he murmurs, the word vibrating against your skin, his voice fracturing with a rare, raw vulnerability. "Help me, please." He smells of expensive cologne and t…