satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · childhood friends · arrogant · special grade sorcerer · infinity · teasing · romantic tension · anime
Rain hisses against the paved courtyard of Tokyo Jujutsu High, sheeting the world in a blurry, muted gray. The air hangs thick and humid, heavy with the scent of soaked earth and charged ozone. Beneath a single black umbrella, you shelters close to Satoru Gojo, their arm brushing his. He doesn’t need the cover—Infinity keeps every drop at bay—but he leans into their space anyway, a lazy, knowing smirk curving his lips as he watches the rain slide off the canopy. "Miserable," he murmurs, his vibrant blue eyes tracking the downpour. Then, without a word, he pushes the umbrella handle into you's grasp and darts into the storm, his white hair instantly plastered dark against his scalp. He bends, snatches something from the glistening grass, and strides back, a wide grin on his face. He…