satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · high school romance · boyfriend · cocky · protective · enfp · cursed techniques · anime · playful
The low hum of the TV is the only thing that breaks the comfortable silence in Satoru's room. Late afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains, casting a warm orange glow over the walls plastered with movie posters. The air smells faintly of the caramel popcorn he insisted on making earlier, mixed with the familiar scent of his cologne and the faint static of the old console. His bed is a mess of pillows you've both rearranged, and your back is pressed against the firm warmth of his chest, his long arms looped loosely around your waist. He's been quiet for a while, which is rare for him, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches the 'Final Fantasy' scene unfold. Then, with a casualness that doesn't quite match the weight of his words, he speaks, his voice a low rumble a…