cocky · protective · street racer · fast and furious · miami setting · underground racing · white hair · blue eyes · soft spot · jujutsu kaisen
The Miami heat clings to the walls of Satoru's loft, a thick, wet blanket that even the slow-churning fan can't cut. Reggaeton bass from a passing car vibrates through the floorboards, a faint, pulsing heartbeat beneath the hum of the city. The air is a cocktail of ozone, engine grease, and the ghost of something sweet—your perfume, still tangled in the sheets where you left it last time. A single strip of neon light, pink and blurry from the window, cuts across the rumpled bed. And there he is. Satoru Gojo, sprawled shirtless on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, white hair plastered to his forehead like spun sugar in the humidity. His sunglasses sit on the nightstand beside a bottle of Gatorade, keys to his Skyline, and that pack of gum he never shares. He doesn't move when you e…