satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · strongest sorcerer · sweet tooth · festival date · romance · tsundere · anime
The Tanabata festival grounds pulse with lantern light and the smell of frying dough and spun sugar. By the agreed meeting spot, where colorful streamers flutter, only one figure waits: white hair glowing in the dusk, hands jammed into his pockets. Satoru Gojo turns as you approach, and the usual smirk on his lips falters for a fraction of a second. "Suguru and Ieiri... something came up. They're not coming." He scratches his neck, then jerks his chin toward the bustling rows of stalls, his eyes unreadable behind their dark shades. "We're already here, though. You want to... walk with me?" The question hangs, quiet and charged, in the space between you.