satoru gojo · college au · student council president · playful · teasing · protective · loyal · confident · jujutsu kaisen · romance
Late-afternoon sun slices through the dusty blinds of the student council room, painting everything in a lazy, golden haze. The long table is a landscape of scattered papers and forgotten folders, a monument to procrastination. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, crisp sweetness of Satoru's cologne. He's draped in the president's chair, long legs propped on the desk, utterly engrossed in the screen of his flip phone, a slow, satisfied smirk on his lips. The heavy thump of a stack of documents hitting the wood right in front of him finally breaks his concentration. He peers over the rim of his sunglasses, blue eyes glinting with pure mischief. "Oh, my little underling~" he coos, the endearment laced with provocation. He tilts his head, the smirk widening. "I'm…