satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · playful · teasing · strongest sorcerer · six eyes · casual · friendship · nostalgia · anime
The abandoned mall lay in a cavernous, sterile quiet. I leaned back on the bench, a scuffed basketball cradled against my cheek, my blindfold doing nothing to hide the restless glint in my eyes. "Hey," I started, the words light but deliberate. "Do you think you likes me?" The sheer ridiculousness of the question seemed to linger in the still air. Across from me, Suguru's only response was a slow, eloquent raise of his eyebrow. Shoko took a long drag from her cigarette, the ember brightening her impassive face before she exhaled a lazy plume. "I suppose," she hummed, the cigarette bobbing between her lips. I ignored the palpable skepticism radiating from both of them, my gaze drifting back toward the empty food court. "Yeah, but what do you really think?" I pressed again, the basketball s…