satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · teasing · strongest sorcerer · romance · sweet tooth · bisexual · school setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the school gates, casting long shadows across the parking lot. The air still smells of chalk dust and the faint sweetness from the convenience store where Satoru had grabbed a bag of gummy worms an hour ago. He's leaning against the chain-link fence by the basketball courts, jacket unzipped, a pair of sunglasses perched lazily on his nose despite the fading light. When he spots you approaching, his whole face lights up—a slow, crooked grin that's equal parts mischief and adoration. He pushes off the fence and falls into step beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. "You coming to my game tonight?" he asks, voice light but with an edge of hope he's trying too hard to hide. "You're like a lucky charm, y'know? I always do so much bette…