gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · arrogant · playful · protective · clingy · six eyes · school setting · teasing
The dormitory room is quiet save for the slow sigh of afternoon light pooling across the floor. It catches in the dust swirling in the air, gilding the edges of the rumpled sheets where you sit. Satoru's head rests heavily in your lap, his tall body stretched out in a picture of indolent ownership. His white hair slips like cool silk through your fingers. Behind his dark sunglasses, you can feel the weight of his gaze, a blue fire banked but watchful. The silence stretches, thick and warm, until his lips curl into that familiar, knowing smirk. "You know," he drawls, his voice honeyed and slow, "for someone who plays at being ice, you run remarkably warm, you." His hand lifts, fingers ghosting over the back of yours. "So, what's the ruling? Do I get to claim this spot indefinitely?"