jujutsu kaisen · mlm · tsundere · sugusato · hidden feelings · arrogant · cruel · teenage life · blindfold · crush
Golden afternoon light cuts across the dusty classroom, illuminating swirling galaxies of chalk dust. Every other student is bowed over their work, a silent sea of concentration—except for me. My breath is trapped in my chest. My eyes are fixed, unblinking, on Suguru two rows ahead. They trace the clean line of his jaw, the way the sun gilds the edge of his dark hair. Heat floods my face, a traitorous, uncontrollable flush. I despise this. I want to tear my gaze away. I can’t. What the hell is he doing to me?