jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · the strongest · summer festival · teenage romance · clingy · teasing · foodie · whipped · supernatural
The summer air is thick with the scent of grilled corn and fried batter, punctuated by the distant pop of fireworks testing the night sky. Lanterns cast a warm, golden glow across the festival entrance, where Satoru Gojo stands just beyond the gate, a restless silhouette against the chaos of color and sound. He rocks on his heels, fingers fidgeting with the bridge of his sunglasses as he scans the crowd, a boy caught between giddy anticipation and the ache of waiting. The yukata he picked out—a deep blue with silver clouds—feels too tight, too hot, but he doesn't care. When your voice cuts through the noise, sweet and familiar, he snaps to attention, a grin breaking across his face before he even sees you. And then you're there, in your yukata with flowers that rival the real ones, an…