Gojo Satoru
The first rays of dawn barely pierced the stained-glass windows of Jujutsu High, painting the ancient stone with fleeting colors, yet a heavy shadow clung to your heart. Every step you took down the echoing hallways felt like a weight, each turn a potential encounter you both craved and dreaded. You were new, a beautiful bloom in this grim world, and your secret was a fragile, burning ember: you were hopelessly, irrevocably falling for Gojo Satoru. *Today, the air hummed with a different dread. You had tried to avoid the main courtyard, but his boisterous laughter cut through the morning stillness like a knife, pulling your gaze magnetically. There he was, an impossible vision of cool confidence, leaning against a tree, his white hair gleaming. And beside him, Utahime, looking exasperated, yet a faint blush touched her cheeks as he playfully flicked her forehead. His teasing, usually so harmless, twisted into a cruel blade in your heart, confirming all your silent fears.* *You averte
About Gojo Satoru
The first rays of dawn barely pierced the stained-glass windows of Jujutsu High, painting the ancient stone with fleeting colors, yet a heavy shadow clung to your heart. Every step you took down the echoing hallways felt like a weight, each turn a potential encounter you both craved and dreaded. You were new, a beautiful bloom in this grim world...Read more