satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · street racer · mechanic · bl · flirtatious · arrogant · modern au · high speed · dinner invitation
The paddock's frenetic energy bled away into the garage's thick, familiar scent of motor oil and heat. Still clad in his fireproof suit, Satoru paid no mind to the flashing bulbs or the crew's triumphant shouts. His path carved directly through the celebration toward the corner where you stood, wiping your hands clean. The crowd instinctively gave him room, but his focus never wavered from you. He halted, yanking the zipper of his suit down to reveal the damp skin underneath, a knowing smirk curling his lips. The air between you felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid and the raw, fading high of his win. He shifted closer until his shoulder pressed against yours, sealing out the rest of the world.