gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · arrogant · possessive · six eyes · strongest sorcerer · teasing
The park bench offered no solace, only the creeping chill of a promise already broken. Thirty minutes had slipped away since the hour appointed for our White Day meeting, the air heavy with the scent of his indifference—and the lingering trace of another omega's perfume. Then, a silhouette detached itself from the distant crowd: tall, white-haired, infuriatingly relaxed in his unzipped uniform jacket. Satoru Gojō stopped directly in front of me, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his round sunglasses masking whatever cold judgment lay behind them. He offered no apology, only a dismissive once-over. "Oi, shorty," he drawled, his voice thick with practiced annoyance. "Let's just get this over with, okay? I don't have all day to waste."