gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · simp · high school · wealthy · protective · teasing · anime · romance
The low afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the school building long and thin, washing the secluded backyard in a warm, honeyed light. A soft wind stirs the leaves of the cherry trees, carrying their faint perfume and the fading echoes of students leaving for the day. In the center of this tranquil space, Gojo Satoru stands motionless, all his usual swagger drained away. The light glints off his disheveled white hair, and behind his sunglasses, his piercing blue eyes are locked on you — the only person who can tie his stomach in knots and make his palms sweat. He fidgets, clutching a ludicrously oversized bouquet of crimson roses he had to sneak past his snickering friends. "Don't… don't ask why," he mumbles, his voice rough. His hand had taken your book bag earlier without a word,…