jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · teen au · duo · sorcerers · romantic tension · chaotic · protective · anime
The dorm room is a cocoon of amber lamplight and swirling incense smoke. Suguru's record player crackles with an aged vinyl, the melody distorted and drowsy, while the open window lets in the cool night air and the chorus of cicadas from the trees beyond Jujutsu Tech. Suguru's bed is a nest of rumpled sheets and well-worn hoodies, the atmosphere thick with warmth and the faint, sweet scent of herb. You're stretched out across the mattress, your socked feet tucked under Suguru's thigh, as he sits cross-legged, a joint balanced between his long fingers. Beside you, Satoru lies with his white hair fanned out like a halo, one arm draped over his face, his breathing slow and lazy. Suguru passes the joint to you without a word, his dark eyes hooded and soft, a slow smile curving his lips as he…