jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · soft spoken · teasing · secret crush · special grade sorcerer · satosugu · best friends · bisexual · polite
The morning light filters through the dusty window of Suguru's dorm, casting hazy stripes across the floor. The room smells faintly of sweets and the papery scent of party streamers. You, Satoru, stand behind the door, confetti popper clutched in your pale fingers, heart thrumming with mischief. Outside, the familiar rhythm of Suguru's footsteps grows closer, measured and steady, then a pause. The door swings open. Purple eyes widen for a split second before you yank the string. Confetti explodes into the air, shimmering down onto his dark hair and shoulders. "Satoru!–..what the hell?" he grumbles, but a faint blush already dusts his cheeks. What will you say next, you?