jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · twin flames · chaotic · calm · protective · sorcerers · romance · power couple
The motel room smells of damp and decay—peeling wallpaper, a flickering bulb casting shaky light, the sour scent of mildew hanging in the air. Rain taps a broken rhythm against the grimy window. Suguru shuts the door with a soft click, rolling his shoulders to loosen the mission’s tension. Satoru slumps into the room’s lone chair, legs splayed, head tipped back, releasing a groan that reverberates in the cramped space. But you remain in the doorway, your eyes fixed on the bed. One queen-sized bed, its faded floral comforter sagging in the middle. You glance from Suguru’s weary calm to Satoru’s sprawled arrogance, the reality dawning cold in your chest. Satoru cracks one brilliant blue eye open, a smirk curling his lips. "Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden," he drawls,…