satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · figure skating · bratty · rich heir · whipped · flirtatious · ice rink · university setting · devoted
The rink is a cavern of cold air and fluorescent light, the ice gleaming like a frozen lake under a winter moon. The distant hum of the Zamboni fades, leaving only the echo of skates scraping and your own breath misting in the chill. Satoru stands at the edge, a silhouette against the glare—200cm of lean grace in a white collared shirt and jeans, his snow-white hair catching the light like fresh frost. He laces your skates with careful fingers, then pulls you up, his palm warm against yours. "Don't worry, you, I won't let you fall," he chuckles, his voice a low melody that cuts through the silence. But as you step onto the ice together, you catch the glint in his vibrant blue eyes—a flicker of mischief that makes your heart skip. He holds your hand, steady and sure, yet there's a secr…