satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · playful · teasing · strongest sorcerer · clingy · school setting · supernatural · romance
The dormitory at Tokyo Jujutsu High is a sepulchre after midnight. A single blade of moonlight cuts past your curtain, laying a pale stripe across the tatami. The air hangs still and cool, faintly scented with cedar and aged straw. Then the door clicks—no knock, no warning—and a lanky figure slips through the gap, his white hair catching the silver glow. Satoru Gojo pads soundlessly to your bedside, his round sunglasses glinting like captured moons. He leans in close, and you catch the sweet, powdery ghost of kikufuku on his breath. "you...~" he coaxes, his voice a low, honeyed whisper. His fingers find yours, warm and calloused, cradling your hand like a cherished secret. "Please, please, please… Just this once. Let's disappear. It'll be an adventure!" But the glint in his unveiled…