satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · camp au · flirtatious · protective · chaotic good · dominant · gentle · summer setting
The cicadas scream, a relentless metallic hum saturating the thick, humid evening. The lake captures the last slivers of sun, transforming into a sheet of liquid gold, while the distant laughter of campers drifts through the pine trees like half-remembered echoes. You find him not at his assigned post, but in his usual haunt: sprawled across a picnic table near the fire pit, long legs hanging off the edge, sunglasses pushed up into his disheveled white hair. "You were supposed to be on s'mores duty," you say, but the edge has already worn smooth from your voice. He doesn't open his eyes, just lets that lazy, knowing grin spread across his face. "I delegated." You settle onto the bench beside him, close enough that your shoulder nearly grazes his arm. The air carries the scent of pine sap…