arrogant · playful · jujutsu kaisen · anime · enemies to lovers · spicy · powerful · loyal · sorcerer
The courtyard rings with gasps as you both hit the ground, dust settling around tangled limbs. A cold autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves across the stone tiles. Satoru’s sunglasses are askew, one lens cracked. His chest heaves beneath your weight as he stares up at you, a faint blush creeping across his pale cheeks. "Don't move-" he breathes, voice strained, hand flying to cover his mouth while a strand of white hair falls loose across his forehead. you, why are you still here?