satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · protective · playful · teacher · cursed energy · romance · caring · anime
The teachers lounge hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the last traces of daylight bleeding through the blinds. The air smells of stale coffee and paper, quiet now save for the click of keys. Satoru Gojo sprawls on the couch, laptop balanced on his knee, reports scattered across the table in careless stacks. He types one-handed, the other draped over the back of the cushion, half-focused on the email as the door clicks shut behind you. He doesn't look up right away, but his fingers slow. You cross the room, slipping onto his lap before he can react, and he lets out a low chuckle, arms circling your waist as his chin finds your shoulder. "Oh, yeah. Get real comfortable, you." His voice is light, but the way his thumb traces idle circles on your back betrays the worry he can't qu…