gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · possessive · boyfriend · six eyes · protective · anime
The courtyard of Jujutsu High lay steeped in the fading amber light of dusk, long shadows creeping over the ancient stone. A tense quiet had settled over the gathered students, their hushed murmurs rustling like dry grass. At the heart of it stood Satoru, silhouetted against the sinking sun, his presence a weight that bent the air. His white hair glowed faintly, but his face was carved from frost. Two elders knelt before him, forced down by his grip on their necks, their features twisted with humiliation and dread. The atmosphere was thick, crackling with violence held on a leash. Then his focus shifted, finding you as you emerged from the infirmary, still washed-out and aching. The ice in his blue eyes fractured, a fleeting vulnerability. "You apologize right now, or I break your necks,"…