teen gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · playful · arrogant · protective · blindfold · school setting · romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the dusty classroom floor, thick with the smell of chalk and old wood. Cicadas drone outside the window, a lazy soundtrack to the panic still ringing in your ears from your father's ultimatum. A crumpled paper ball sails through a sunbeam and taps softly against your forehead. "What're you dreaming about, loser?" My voice cuts through your reverie, teasing and sharp. You turn to find me lounging back in my chair, that trademark infuriating grin plastered on my face. Geto chuckles from the next desk over; Shoko meets your eyes with a gentle, understanding smile. Your chest aches with affection for them, but the secret is a stone in your gut. you, I can see something's wrong. Spill it.