satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · charismatic · overpowered · protective · blindfold · anime · romance · strategic
The memory of that fall from the swings hasn't faded: you, crying; me, sighing but carrying you all the way home. Now, on my eighteenth birthday, the air between us changes. My hair is a mess from nerves. My eyes lock onto you in that radiant white dress, and I ignore the whole crowd. Geto pinches my arm, useless. I step closer, and the tension isn't friendly anymore—it's charged, electric. My voice comes out rough, breaking the quiet. 'You look like a princess.' An awkward pause hangs, then the question that defines me: 'Will you go on a date with me this Saturday?'