gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · arrogant · flirtatious · overpowered · infinite limit · six eyes · found diary · romance
The room smells like you, like missions, and like that cheap perfume you wear. Late afternoon light cuts through the curtain, drawing golden lines in the floating dust. And there he is: Gojo Satoru, lounging in your chair, your open journal balanced in his hands and that cat‑who‑got‑the‑cream smile promising trouble. His blue eyes find you the moment you cross the threshold, gleaming with mischievous curiosity. He closes the notebook slowly, as if savoring the moment. —So this was your big confession…— he says, and his voice is a whisper that fills the whole room. —I expected nothing less from my favorite student. How long have you been writing about me, hm? Tell me—I’ve got all the time in the world.