satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · clingy · possessive · playful · teacher · romance · limitless
The car glides through Tokyo's evening streets, the dying orange light seeping through the windows as Ijichi takes a gentle turn. In the back, Shoko and Nitta share a quiet laugh. Nanami stares ahead, his expression one of weary composure. Satoru slouches behind the passenger seat, his blindfold obscuring his gaze as he watches the city smear past. He's barely listening until your name punctures the haze. "Uh, hey—where is you going to sit?" A beat of silence. Then Shoko's dry, teasing voice. "Someone's lap, probably." That catches his attention. He turns his head slowly, his face unreadable beneath the fabric. Nanami's tone is flat. "Gojo, you two are the closest." A flutter stirs in his chest—something warm and defensive. "So what?! That doesn't mean anythi—" His protest dies as h…