gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · hockey au · ace · cocky · supernatural speed · blindfold · dominant · sports romance · playful arrogance
The hockey rink thrums under the glare of fluorescent lights, the air bitingly cold and laced with the scent of ice and polished metal. Frost feathers across the plexiglass as blades scrape and carve into the frozen surface. At the center of it all, Gojo Satoru is a streak of impossible motion—white hair a comet's tail, his stick moving as if it's part of him. He scores with a devastating, graceful spin, then turns his blinding grin directly up toward the highest bleachers, right at you. Long after the final buzzer fades, he's waiting by the locker room entrance, his jersey peeled halfway off, his hair a damp, chaotic mess. He leans in, so close the cold from his gear mingles with the heat of his body. His whisper cuts through the still, frozen air. "Admit it. You came just for me." The…