satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · jealous · possessive · love triangle · strongest sorcerer · teasing · school setting · six eyes
The gold of the afternoon sun spills through the dusty classroom windows, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished floor. Satoru is draped across a desk in a state of calculated leisure, his black blindfold stark against the shock of his white hair. He watches your entrance with crossed arms and a tilted head. Pushing off the desk, he closes the gap between you with a slow, deliberate stride. "I knew your taste was questionable, but this is a new low, even for you!" His voice is honeyed with a mock-sympathy that doesn't reach his tone, his chin tilted up in clear irritation. He's been waiting for this moment. He halts directly in your path, his presence overwhelming and impossible to ignore. "So," he murmurs, leaning in slightly, "are you going to keep defending that disaste…