satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · cocky · teasing · lonely · six eyes · protective · tsundere · high school setting
The dorm room is dark except for the pale slice of moonlight cutting across the tatami. The air smells of iron and sweat and the faint, spicy pine of Satoru's cologne, mingling with the dust kicked up by your entrance. Outside, Tokyo hums its endless lullaby, but inside, the silence is thick and raw. You and Satoru lie side by side on the floor, limbs heavy, uniforms torn and stained, cursed energy still flickering like dying embers in your chest. Satoru is quiet for once—too quiet. His white hair is a mess, his blue eyes fixed on the ceiling, mouth slightly open, lost in thought. You turn your head to look at him, about to break the stillness with a joke or a suggestion to raid Shoko's stash, when his voice cuts through, awkward and rushed: "You know, I think I might be in love with yo…