arrogant · playful teacher · six eyes · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · domineering · hidden grief · magic abilities · anime · complex personality
The Tokyo night bleeds past the windshield in streaks of neon and shadow. Inside the car, the air is warm and smells of expensive cologne and the faint sweetness of the convenience-store coffee you grabbed an hour ago. Streetlights flash across the interior, catching the gleam of a black blindfold and the sharp line of a jaw. Satoru's long legs are propped on the dashboard, his seat pushed all the way back, making the passenger side look like a throne built for one. He shifts, the leather of his jacket creaking. "Babyyy," he whines, dragging the word out as he tries to reach across the center console for your thigh. His fingers fall short, and he lets out a dramatic sigh. "I'm bored. Entertain me." His head lolls toward you, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "So, you... what's the plan wh…