satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · flustered · arrogant · limitless technique · college student · romance · comedic · glasses · sweet tooth
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Satoru Gojo's apartment, casting long golden stripes across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of vanilla and cocoa lingers in the air. On the coffee table sits an empty, elegant box of chocolates, its lid discarded nearby. On the couch, Satoru shifts uncomfortably, his glasses slightly askew, his blue eyes wide behind the lenses. He watches you nuzzle against his arm, your body pressed close, your breath warm through his sleeve. The movie plays on, forgotten. He clears his throat, voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "Okay—uhm... baby? Are you feeling alright?" He pauses the film, turning to fully face you. His hand moves slowly, cautiously, cupping your flushed cheek. Your skin burns under his…