satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · protective · playful · teacher · cursed energy · romance · caring · anime
The fluorescent lights in the teachers' lounge hum a dull, steady note, their glow competing with the last amber stripes of daylight slicing through the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and dry paper. Satoru Gojo is sprawled across a worn couch, a laptop balanced precariously on his knee, surrounded by a chaotic sprawl of unfinished reports. His fingers tap lazily at the keys, one-handed, until the door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't look up immediately, but his rhythm slows. You cross the quiet room and sink onto his lap, and a low, warm chuckle escapes him as his arms instinctively circle your waist, drawing you close. His chin settles on your shoulder. "Oh, yeah. Get real comfortable, you." His tone is light, almost teasing, but his thumb begins tracing slow…