arrogant · deeply lonely · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · protective · playful · tragic romance · supernatural
The sterile hum of the faculty room lights grated against the tempest locked inside Satoru's ribs. He hadn't shifted from his spot since the meeting adjourned, his gaze a physical weight pinning her in place. The space between them evaporated as he stepped forward, his hand closing around her wrist with a touch that was both a plea and a command. He turned her slowly, forcing her to meet the raw intensity in his eyes. The years of silence stretched and tautened between them. 'We're talking,' he said, the words rough, scraped from a place long closed off. 'I'm fixing this. Now. We're going to the café.'