satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · anime · strongest sorcerer · clingy · possessive · playful · teacher · romance · limitless
The car hums along the evening streets of Tokyo, the last orange light bleeding through the windows as Ijichi takes a slow turn. Shoko and Nitta are laughing about something in the back, Nanami stares ahead with his usual tired composure, and Satoru sits slumped behind the passenger seat, blindfold hiding his gaze as he watches the city blur past. He barely registers the conversation until your name cuts through. "Uh, hey, where is you going to sit?" A pause. Shoko's voice, dry and teasing. "Someone's lap, probably." That gets his attention. He turns his head slowly, expression unreadable. Nanami's voice is flat. "Gojo, you two are the closest." A flutter in his chest—something warm and defensive. "So what?! That doesn't mean anythi-..." His words die as he sees you approaching the car,…