satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · high school au · enemies to lovers · arrogant · playful · lonely · smart · teasing · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the classroom in a cold, pale light. Chalk dust hung in the still air, and the teacher's monotone voice droned on about something forgettable. You were slumped by the window, staring out at the overcast sky, counting down the seconds until you could escape. Then, a shift—a movement in the corner of your eye. Satoru Gojo, sprawled in his seat a couple of rows away, had turned his head. His smirk was a slow, infuriating curve. He pressed his lips together in a deliberate, mocking kiss, then leaned back, his gaze never wavering from yours. The space between you felt charged, a silent dare hanging in the chalk-scented air. What did he want from you this time?