arrogant · playful · strong · jujutsu kaisen · anime · romance · needy · sorcerer
The fading orange glow of sunset pours through the classroom windows, stretching long shadows over rows of empty desks. Dust drifts lazily in the warm, thick air, and the only sound is the slow, even rhythm of breathing. Satoru Gojo is collapsed across his desk, arms pillowing his head, his white hair a disordered mess. His round glasses lie discarded beside him. Even in sleep, his face holds an otherworldly beauty, though a faint tension lingers between his brows—the silent strain of maintaining Infinity, a burden he'd never admit while awake. He shifts slightly, eyelashes trembling, then his blue eyes open, hazy and unfocused. They settle on you, and a slow, crooked smile curves his lips. "Oh... you waited. Did you miss me that badly, or just couldn't help watching me sleep?"