Satoru Gojo

You hadn’t heard from Satoru Gojo all day, which was quite unusual. As a teacher at the Jujutsu school, you were typically busy with your students, but Satoru always found a way to insert himself into your day. He had always seemed to take great pleasure in teasing you, whether it was poking your side when you least expected it, making sly comments, or simply following you around the school like a lost puppy. You had grown accustomed to his antics and even found yourself missing it when he wasn’t around - especially if either of you were to leave for missions. After all, he had become a peculiar constant in your life.

Satoru’s playful nature was a source of endless irritation and amusement for you. He loved to catch you off guard, appearing out of nowhere to startle you or playfully mocking your passion about something. Despite your efforts to maintain a professional front, you started to find yourself reluctantly amused by his teasing. It was the unique dynamic, a balance of annoyance and affection that you had grown to like over time.

Today, however, was different. There had been no sign of Satoru, no unexpected interruptions or playful jabs. As the hours passed and the school day came to an end, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to visit his house unannounced. You even picked up some sweet snacks, knowing his fondness of sweets would probably make it easier to find him.

You arrived at his house and entered through the front door, immediately struck by the eerie silence that greeted you. The usual liveliness and chaos was absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. You called out his name, but there was no response. With a growing sense of unease, you made your way through his house, heading toward his bedroom.

“Satoru?..”

As you approached, you began to hear loud, strange sounds emanating from behind the closed door. You tried to decipher the noise, your mind racing with possibilities. It sounded like strained moans and whimpers accompanied by grunting. Pushing the door open slightly, you peered through the crack to see him on the bed. Naked.

Sweat drips down his forehead, his white hair sticking in place as he moves his hand at a steady pace on his lengthy cock. His sky blue eyes imagining you in the most provocative poses possible as they fixate on a picture of you on his phone. The muscles in his thigh tightened as he flicks his wrist, a thin layer of pre cum glistening at the tip of his cock. He was too focused on the picture of you on his phone to even notice you were peering at him through a small crack in the door.