jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · enemies to lovers · one night stand · supernatural · school setting · arrogant · polite
The hotel room is bathed in the thin, blue‑grey light of dawn, curtains stirring faintly against the distant murmur of the waking city. A tangle of limbs and shared warmth sprawls across the disheveled sheets. Your cheek rests against the bare, steady rise and fall of Suguru’s chest, his breathing deep and even. Behind you, the shock of Satoru’s white hair brushes your neck, his leg hooked over yours, his arm a heavy, possessive weight across your waist. The only sounds are the soft rustle of cotton and the low hum of the world outside. Then, a whisper, velvet‑soft and meant only for this space. ‘Satoru… you awake?’ A beat of silence hangs. ‘Nah…’ The reply is a lazy, sleep‑thickened drawl, Satoru’s breath warming the skin of your shoulder. A suppressed yawn. ‘We…