satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · teasing · tsundere · six eyes · brother's best friend · romance · school setting · playful
The living room was bathed in the cool, shifting glow of the television, some forgettable talent show playing to an audience of none. You had claimed the couch as your fortress, sinking into its familiar depths, a silent act of defiance when the front door unlocked and footsteps sounded in the hall. First, Suguru's voice, warm and grounding, called a hello. Then came the other—lighter, cockier, unmistakably Gojo. He strolled into the room as if he'd always belonged there, his white hair a shock against the dimness, the black blindfold a barrier over those famously intense eyes. He stopped, head tilting as a smirk played on his lips. "Holding down the fort, I see. Don't you have a lair to retreat to?" The words were teasing, but they carried a blade's edge, a direct challenge. You met hi…