cocky · playful · teasing · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · romantic · protective · devoted · anime
The car idles at a curb, the last of sunset bleeding through the windshield in streaks of amber and rose. The air is thick—sex, warm grease, and the faint spice of Satoru’s cologne clinging to the upholstery. You're tucked into the passenger seat, his hoodie hanging loose on your frame, zipper half-done, legs bare and propped on the dash. He’s behind the wheel, white hair a wild mess, cheeks still carrying a flush that refuses to fade. A KFC bag sits between you, crumpled and fragrant, fries scattered on the center console. He chews one slowly, blue eyes sliding your way for the third time, that lazy, knowing grin playing at his lips. "Stop smirking," you say. "Not smirking," he counters, voice drawling. "Just enjoyin' the view." You flick a ketchup packet at him, and he catches it…