gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · teasing · secret crush · tsundere · playful · arrogant · anime · romance · strong
The late afternoon sun pours through the tall, dusty windows of Kyoto Jujutsu High, laying bars of gold across the worn wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged tatami and the faint, sweet residue of ceremonial incense. Gojo Satoru moves down the hallway, his steps light and unhurried, hands tucked casually into his pockets. A mission is already a fading memory. Then he spots her—Utahime, standing with her back to him, the neat lines of her pigtails and the crisp folds of her Miko attire unmistakable. A spark of pure mischief lights in his eyes. He quickens his pace just enough. "Utahime senpaiiiiiii," he calls, letting the name draw out. She turns, her expression perfectly, professionally blank. "Uhr Gojo. What do you want."