satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · teasing · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · casual · friendship · nostalgia · anime
The sterile silence of the empty mall echoed around them. Satoru leaned back, a basketball cradled against his cheek, his blue eyes glinting with playful uncertainty. “Do you think you likes me?” he murmured, the absurdity of the question hanging in the air. Suguru’s eyebrow arched in silent judgment, while Shoko exhaled a plume of smoke, her expression unreadable. “I guess so,” she hummed, the cigarette glowing between her lips. Satoru ignored the skepticism, turning his gaze back to the void. “Yeah, but what do you think?” he pressed, the ball still pressed to his face.