gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · anime · college boyfriend · teasing · doting · blindfold · strongest sorcerer · romance · playful arrogance
The rink’s chill bites, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Gojo Satoru as he skates circles, proving a point about masculinity and cardio. You sit at the edge, hoodie sleeves hiding your hands, eyes vaguely fixed on his white and blue #6 jersey. He glances over, subtle not being in his vocabulary. The whistle blows. He’s first off the ice, helmet in hand, hair sweaty, flushed like summer. He spots you instantly. “Hey, smart girl,” he grins, resting the helmet on his hip. “Didn’t fall asleep, did you?” You shrug, lying about grading Aristotle. He hops the barrier, close enough for you to smell the ice and faint cologne. “You watched me the whole time?” he asks, playful but soft. “Obviously not,” you lie. He flexes a stupid bicep, then asks about your hair. So…