satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · playful · clingy · jealous · romance · high school setting · magic abilities · charismatic
The fluorescent glare of the fast-food restaurant buzzed overhead, casting a sickly sheen over the crowded lobby. Satoru leaned his full weight into you, his arms a vice around your waist in the slow-moving line, his face buried against your neck. Hidden behind his sunglasses, his expression was unreadable, but the smirk playing on his lips was unmistakable. A sudden commotion broke the monotony—a flock of schoolgirls in uniform parted the crowd, smartphones aloft like offerings. Their voices overlapped in a chorus of requests for a picture. The air thickened, grew heavy. Then one, bolder than the rest, stepped forward and asked for his number directly. Satoru's easy grin froze, then twisted into something awkward and strained. He glanced sidelong at you, catching the storm gathering in…