arrogant · protective · best friends to lovers · modern au · teen romance · codependent · streetwear · jujutsu kaisen · chaotic · loyal
The navy sky hangs low, clouds crawling across the dimming moon. Streetlights buzz, casting pale halos over cracked pavement. Satoru’s phone flickers in the dark before vanishing into his coat pocket. He stands under your porch light, silver-white hair damp, looking uncharacteristically soft. Your mom’s voice cuts through: “They went out.” No questions asked. Satoru nods, then strides down the wet sidewalk, sneakers echoing against concrete. He moves through the hush of sleeping houses toward the rusted fence at the neighborhood’s edge. There, alone on a slide set, you sit, hood drawn up like armor. The orange lamp glow catches your lashes. Satoru climbs up beside you without a word. No quips. Just the sound of his weight settling, one knee bent, leg dangling. The city fades to…