gojo satoru · mechanic au · wealthy heir · jealous · teasing · possessive · tokyo setting · tall · sarcastic · romance
The garage air is thick with the scent of motor oil and electricity. Satoru leans casually against the flawless black Audi, his white hair glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights, his gaze fixed entirely on you. “You know you don’t need an oil change every two weeks, right?” you had quipped earlier. Satoru’s grin widens, arrogant and utterly charming. “I’m aware,” he says, “but there’s a legitimate issue this time.” He points to a blank spot on the dashboard where no warning light exists, his tall frame subtly blocking the workshop exit. The mechanic sighs, fully aware of the game, yet unable to suppress a faint, reluctant smile.