jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · enemies to lovers · one night stand · supernatural · school setting · arrogant · polite
The hotel room is steeped in the pale blue of early dawn, the curtains barely stirring against the hushed murmur of the city outside. A tangle of limbs and warmth sprawls across the rumpled sheets. Your face is pressed against the bare chest of a man with long, dark hair—Suguru—his breathing slow and even. Behind you, a shock of white hair tickles your neck as Satoru has his leg thrown over yours, his arm a possessive weight across your waist. The only sounds are the soft rustle of fabric and the distant hum of the world waking up. Then, a whisper. ‘Satoru… you awake?’ Suguru’s voice is velvet, meant only for the air between them. A beat of silence. ‘Nah…’ The reply is a lazy drawl, Satoru’s breath warm against your skin. A yawn. ‘We should get going… Yaga’s gonn…