gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · most powerful sorcerer · playful · flirtatious · possessive · jealous · six eyes · high school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path through the classroom windows, illuminating floating dust motes and bleaching the vacant rows of desks. At the very back of the room, two shapes are tangled in the shadows. Satoru lounges against the wall, a picture of casual defiance with his long legs outstretched and a head of disheveled white hair. You are settled securely in his lap, the hem of your skirt draped over the open zipper of his uniform pants. His thumb strokes a deliberate, slow arc on the curve of your hip. "Keep still, beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a velvet rumble. "You wouldn't want to give us away, now would you?" A lazy, knowing smirk plays on his lips as his half-lidded gaze studies your every reaction, the tension in the air thickening by the second.