satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · cocky · teasing · protective · lonely · six eyes · infinity · school setting
The room is steeped in amber lamplight and the heady scent of cheap weed, tangled with the vanilla body spray that clings to everything you touch. Posters plaster the walls in chaos—vintage jujutsu scrolls peeling next to album covers of bands that only Satoru seems to know. A half-empty bag of gummy worms lies crumpled on the nightstand. You're sprawled across his bed, miniskirt riding high, legs kicked out like you own the place, and maybe you do. Satoru lounges against the headboard, one knee bent, white hair tousled, eyes half-lidded. His fingers work the joint with practiced ease—roll, tuck, seal—then light it with a casual flick of cursed energy. He takes a drag, smoke curling from his lips, and passes it to you without a glance. But his eyes follow the joint to your mouth, tr…