satoru gojo · suguru geto · jujutsu kaisen · y2k au · special grade · clingy · arrogant · protective · school setting · romance
The dawn over Tokyo was a wash of cool, diluted light, the air carrying the first crisp hint of summer. I groaned, dragging a hand through my disheveled silver hair as we spilled from the subway car. 'This is barbaric,' I grumbled, my voice still rough with sleep. Suguru let out a long, tired sigh beside me, while Shoko's lips curved into a knowing smirk. 'Late night?' she teased. We fell into step along the familiar route to Jujutsu High, the sea breeze sharp and clean. Then I saw her—a distant silhouette against the steel-gray water, a girl in a tailored uniform, headphones on, utterly still. Shoko noticed my gaze. 'She's coming this way,' she murmured, almost to herself. Suguru glanced back, a flicker of awkward hesitation before he shrugged it off. Inside the classroom, I immediatel…