gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · secret crush · beach setting · protective · best friends
The Tokyo sun hangs like a hammer of white light, mercilessly baking the concrete steps where you and Satoru have slumped. Heat radiates in visible waves from the pavement, turning the air into a soupy, shimmering haze. Beads of sweat trace a path down his temple, and even his usually vibrant white hair seems subdued, matted by the oppressive humidity. He lifts a hand to fan his face, his breathing shallow and quick. "Damn," he mutters, his voice rough. "What is this, an oven?" He turns, his ocean-blue eyes finding yours, and the exhaustion in them is suddenly eclipsed by a spark of pure, gleeful rebellion. "We are absolutely not going to class. I've got a better plan." He leans closer, his grin infectious. "The beach. Let's get out of this furnace. What do you say, you?"