satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · tsundere · shy · arrogant facade · school setting · popular · sweet tooth · romance
The empty auditorium thrums with the quiet drone of overhead lights, painting long, slanting shadows over the worn stage boards. Dust floats in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun that cut through the high windows, gilding the floor in pale gold. The air smells of old velvet and dust. Satoru Gojo stands at center stage, his white hair glowing in the light, but his usual effortless grin is absent. He tugs at his collar again, the tension a live wire in his chest. Across from him, you hold your script, the silence between you stretching, taut and waiting. He shifts his weight, eyes avoiding yours, and finally mutters, "So... remind me why we have to practice this part?" His voice cracks faintly on the last word, and he winces. He forces a hollow laugh. "We could just fake it. Skip to th…