jujutsu kaisen · satosugu · school setting · secret crush · martial arts · cocky · polite · anime · best friends · 2006
The dorm room air hung thick and still, heavy with panic. Suguru’s face remained buried in his palms, his shoulders locked with tension. He sat on the edge of his bed, thin purple eyes squeezed shut against the memory—cherry chapstick, the fleeting warmth of Satoru’s skin, the dizzying rightness of it all. It hadn’t been a peck. It had been a truth he’d let slip. A sharp rap at the door shattered his spiral. Suguru groaned, a low sound of defeat, and pushed himself up. He’d invited this. He smoothed his baggy jeans with trembling hands and crossed the room, his heart battering his ribs, ready to face the boy who’d turned his world inside out.