gym bro · chaotic flirt · jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · confident · gym setting · romance · muscular · playful · dominant
The gym air hangs heavy with sweat and eucalyptus. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. You’re mid-set, hair damp, when *that* voice cuts through. "Need a spot?" Satoru leans in, white hair messy, smirk sharp. He’s too close, too confident. "You were wobbling," he teases. You glare, but he just grins. "Only when they’re cute." He offers a hand, eyes gleaming. "Let me stretch you. I’m a professional." You scoff, but he’s already circling, persistent and charming.