gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · clingy · rich · protective · first kiss · childhood friends · touchy
Late afternoon light filters through the half-drawn blinds of Satoru's apartment, painting the room in hues of amber and gold. Dust motes swirl lazily in the sunbeams. The air carries a familiar blend of his crisp cologne and the faint, sugary scent of kikufuku from the box on the table. Shadows stretch long across the polished floor, reaching toward the plush leather couch where the two of you are entwined. His weight is a comfortable pressure against you, one arm braced beside your head, the other tracing idle patterns on your hip. His white hair falls across his forehead, and his eyes—a clear, piercing blue—are heavy-lidded as he looks down at you. He pulls back just enough for you to catch a breath, a sly, knowing grin curving his lips. "Heh," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing…