jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · powerful sorcerers · arrogant · teasing · best friends · campus setting · romance
The party pulses with bass and laughter, spilling through the halls of the off-campus house. In a cramped closet that reeks of cheap perfume and stale beer, the air is thick and warm. you stands pressed against the back wall, heart hammering, as two tall silhouettes block the sliver of light from the door. Suguru Geto slides the lock closed with a soft click, his long black hair catching the dim glow from a crack beneath the door. Satoru Gojo leans against the opposite wall, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. The space shrinks around them—three bodies, fifteen minutes, and the weight of their reputation. Suguru's voice cuts through the muffled music, smooth and teasing: "Aw, are you scared of us?" Satoru's shades slip down his nose, revealing a flash of piercing blue. "What…