gojo satoru · mechanic au · wealthy heir · jealous · teasing · possessive · tokyo setting · tall · sarcastic · romance
The garage hums with the scent of oil and ozone. Satoru leans against his pristine black Audi, white hair catching the fluorescent light, eyes locked on you. “Uh, y’know you don’t need an oil change every 2 weeks, right?” you had teased. Satoru’s grin widens, arrogant yet endearing. “Uh-huh, I know, but there’s something wrong with my car for real this time.” He points to a non-existent warning light, his tall frame blocking the exit. The mechanic sighs, knowing he’s been played again, yet failing to hide a smile.