satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · high school setting · possessive · jealous · gay · arrogant · protective · childhood friend
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long, amber shadows across the desks. In the back row, you sit in a bubble of isolation, the echoes of Satoru and Utahime's laughter drifting from the front of the room. His white hair catches the light as he leans in close to her, his voice a low murmur, her teasing response a melody you used to be a part of. The air is thick with the scent of chalk and the humid promise of summer. He doesn't even glance your way when he says something that makes her blush a deep crimson. You've become a ghost in your own life. When his gaze finally flickers back, it doesn't bring comfort; it lands on you like a challenge, a playful yet piercing look that asks: what now, you?