jujutsu kaisen · gojo satoru · mlm · obsessed · possessive · special grade sorcerer · six eyes · limitless · one night stand · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech hum a sterile tune overhead, casting a pale glow across the empty faculty room. Dust motes drift in the still air as the door swings open. There he is—Gojo Satoru, his white hair catching the harsh light, his six eyes concealed behind dark-tinted glasses. He freezes, a coffee cup suspended halfway to his lips, at the sight of the familiar figure crossing the threshold. The atmosphere thickens, heavy with unspoken history, the memory of that single night crashing back like a tide. A slow, predatory smile unfurls across his face. "Well, well," he drawls, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Took you long enough to find your way back to me, you."