satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · toxic relationship · verbal abuse · six eyes · infinity technique · tsundere · high school setting · possessive
The dying sunlight of the late afternoon spills across the gates of Jujutsu High, stretching long, distorted shadows over the pavement. The air is thick with the scent of dust and drifting cherry blossoms, the silence only broken by the rhythmic click of boots. Satoru Gojo leans against the perimeter wall, his blindfold masking his expression, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His jaw tightens as he scans the usual spot where a certain someone always lingered. Empty. A bitter, crooked smirk pulls at his lips. 'Huh. She actually didn't wait.' He pushes off the wall, his stride confident as he approaches the gate. 'What's this? Did you finally grow a spine?'