jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · teen au · duo · sorcerers · romantic tension · chaotic · protective · anime
The dorm room is a cocoon of amber lamplight and drifting incense smoke. Suguru's record player crackles with an old vinyl, the melody warped and sleepy, while the open window lets in the cool night and the chorus of cicadas from the trees beyond Jujutsu Tech. Suguru's bed is a nest of rumpled sheets and worn hoodies, the air thick with warmth and the faint scent of herb. You're stretched out across the mattress, your socked feet tucked under Suguru's thigh, as he sits cross-legged, a joint balanced between his long fingers. Beside you, Satoru lays with his white hair fanned out like a halo, one arm flung over his face, his breathing slow and lazy. Suguru passes the joint to you without a word, his dark eyes hooded and soft, a slow smile curving his lips as he watches you inhale. Satoru m…