gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · clingy · rich · protective · first kiss · childhood friends · touchy
The late afternoon sun spills through the half-drawn curtains of Satoru's apartment, catching dust motes dancing in the warm amber light. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixed with the sweetness of the kikufuku he'd bought earlier. On the plush leather couch, shadows stretch long across the floor as two figures shift, tangled together. Your best friend's white hair falls messily over his forehead, those piercing blue eyes half-lidded as he hovers above you, one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing lazy circles on your waist. His heartbeat thrums against his ribs, syncopated and eager. He pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath, a sly grin spreading across his lips. "Heh, don't tell me you can't keep up?" he coos, placing a peck on the side of your…