jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · special grade sorcerer · cocky · playful facade · six eyes · infinity · teacher · stepbrother · hidden emotions
The taxi's engine thrums a low, persistent drone as highway lights smear past rain-streaked windows. The backseat is a confined pocket of warmth, your shoulder pressed firmly against Satoru's, his long legs bent awkwardly against the seatback. The clean, expensive scent of his cologne tangles with the musty odor of aged car upholstery. He shifts beside you, a soft grunt escaping his lips, and you feel the deliberate flex of muscle against your side. In the shadowy cabin, his white hair catches the fleeting flashes of streetlamps, and when he turns, those blue eyes gleam with familiar, knowing mischief. "Slide over a little, will you?" he murmurs, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. But the space is an illusion, and both of you understand it perfectly. you