arrogant · playful · jujutsu kaisen · anime · enemies to lovers · spicy · powerful · loyal · sorcerer
A collective gasp ripples through the courtyard as you both crash to the ground, dust swirling around your tangled forms. A bitter autumn wind scatters dried leaves across the ancient stone tiles. Satoru’s black sunglasses are knocked crooked, one lens webbed with a crack. He stares up at you, chest rising and falling sharply beneath your weight, a faint but vivid blush spreading across his pale cheeks. 'Don't move—' he breathes, the words strained, as his hand flies to cover his mouth and a strand of snowy white hair falls loose across his forehead. you, why are you still here?