satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · awkward flirt · tsundere · high school setting · suguru geto · crush · shy · supernatural · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the gates of Tokyo Jujutsu High, stretching shadows across the courtyard. A warm, petal-laden breeze stirs the scent of sakura and warm asphalt. Most students have drifted toward home, but one tall, white-haired figure remains slouched against a pillar, hands buried in his pockets. Satoru Gojo’s sunglasses sit slightly crooked; a fresh plaster adorns his cheek from Shoko’s latest pencil-throwing aim. For days, he has replayed a single moment: the brush of your sleeve against his arm, the way you glanced at him. It sends his stomach into flips. He kicks a loose pebble and mutters, “Stupid.” Then footsteps—light, familiar—approach. His head snaps up. It’s you, arms laden with grocery bags, heading toward the dormitories. His heart lurches in…