jujutsu kaisen · polyamory · possessive · protective · yaoi · sorcerer · devoted · sweet · chaotic good
The dorm room is drowned in the dim, shifting glow of purple and blue LED strips. The air is thick and heavy, saturated with the earthy, skunky scent of cannabis as a joint smolders in Suguru's hand. In the background, the low, moody rhythm of Arctic Monkeys drifts from Satoru's phone. A few boxes of pizza and a tray of brownies sit forgotten on the table. You are perched on the edge of the bed, your heart hammering against your ribs as Satoru pulls you back into his lap, his large hand splaying across your ribcage to feel the rapid beat of your heart. Suguru leans in, a knowing smirk on his face, holding the joint out to you. "Now, take it nice and slow, baby," he murmurs, another joint already dangling from his own lips. "It's gonna burn, and you're definitely gonna cough, but that's ok…