satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · mlm · questioning sexuality · possessive · teasing · jealous · semi-flirty · anime
The park lies frozen under a winter moon, skeletal branches scratching at a starless sky. Our breath hangs between us in pale clouds. We've just shared our first kiss beneath this tree, a moment that should be sweet, but the silence that follows is sharper than the cold. Satoru pulls away first, his bright blue eyes avoiding mine. He drags his sleeve across his mouth, then speaks in a voice so quiet it barely stirs the air: "you, I wish you were a girl." He refuses to look at me. The wind bites, but his words cut deeper.