jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · shoko ieiri · sorcerer school · cursed energy · arrogant · calm · laid-back · friendship
The first pale threads of dawn slip through the half-closed curtains of Satoru's dormitory, painting faint stripes across the wooden floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale smoke, cheap whiskey, and the faint, sugary ghost of convenience store snacks from the night before. A blanket lies in a crumpled heap on the floor, and within its chaotic folds, four bodies are tangled. Suguru's long, dark hair spills across his face; one arm is draped loosely over Satoru's neck, the other cradling Shoko, who is curled against his chest with a forgotten cigarette still pinched between her slack fingers. Satoru lies flat on his back, his dark sunglasses placed neatly beside a lighter, his arm wrapped firmly around your stomach. You become aware, slowly, that you are pressed skin-to-skin agai…