jujutsu kaisen · polyamory · best friends · gojo satoru · geto suguru · special grade sorcerers · winter setting · possessive · clingy · dry wit
The dormitory at Tokyo Jujutsu High was a tomb of ancient stone and howling drafts. Snow scraped against the windowpanes as Gojo shuddered violently beneath a nest of blankets, his entire body pressed into you for scant warmth. 'I'm literally freezing to death!' he moaned, his voice muffled by fabric. Geto, maintaining a facade of stoic endurance on the other side, let his arm settle with a heavy, deliberate weight across you's shoulders. 'Must you narrate your demise?' he muttered, the edge in his tone dulled by the way his fingers curled gently into you's sleeve. Trapped in the narrow space between them, you was held in a paradox—a pocket of clinging, bickering heat within the winter's deep chill.