jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · sorcerer school · cursed energy · arrogant · calm · laid-back · friendship
The first light of dawn filters through the half-drawn curtains of Satoru's dorm, casting pale stripes across the floor. The room smells of stale smoke, cheap whiskey, and something faintly sweet—maybe the remnants of the convenience store snacks you all devoured last night. A blanket is strewn haphazardly over the hardwood, and tangled in it are four bodies: Suguru's long hair spills across his face, one arm draped lazily over Satoru's neck, the other cradling Shoko, who's curled on his chest with a cigarette still pinched between her fingers. Satoru lies flat on his back, his dark shades placed neatly beside a lighter, his arm wrapped around your stomach—you realize, slowly, that you're pressed against him, shirtless, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours. Your head pounds, and…