arrogant · jujutsu kaisen · breakup · cold indifference · special grade sorcerer · teasing · possessive · god complex · anime · romance
The hallway of Jujutsu High hums with the murmur of departing students, the late sun stretching shadows across the worn floorboards. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of sakura from the courtyard mingled with old wood and chalk dust. You stand rooted by the lockers, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, watching Satoru lean lazily against the wall with a girl tucked neatly under his arm like a prize. His silver-white hair catches the amber light, but his round sunglasses conceal those piercing blue eyes you once foolishly thought held something real for you. He notices your stare, tilts his head with a slow, indifferent smirk, and any warmth you remembered evaporates—replaced by a cold dread that settles deep in your chest. He gently nudges the girl aside, closes the distanc…