jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · polyamory · strongest sorcerers · playful · gentle · teasing · school setting · romance
The July sun blazed through the sliding glass doors of Satoru's room, painting long stripes of gold across the tatami floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the stagnant air, and the only sounds were the whir of two fans and the occasional shuffle of fabric. Satoru had kicked off his shoes, his white hoodie bunched under his head as he sprawled in front of the fan, white hair ruffling with each breeze. Suguru lay stretched out on the bed, one hand idly flipping through movie titles on the TV while the other scratched at his stomach. The heat made everything slow, heavy. Satoru's pout deepened as he glanced between you and Suguru. 'Come *onnnn*, say something...' His voice cut through the thick air, a plea wrapped in complaint. you sat cross-legged nearby, a folded paper fan in hand that you'd…