jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · star platoon · best friends · arrogant · tsundere · school setting · trapped · comedy
The cramped metal locker smells of oxidized iron and stale fabric. Muffled footsteps tap down the corridor outside, broken by the distant, angry shout of the principal. In the near-darkness, three bodies are crushed together—Gojo’s white hair brushes the ceiling, his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle, while Suguru’s sleek bun is smashed flat against the wall. You’re trapped in the middle, the warmth of their breathing thickening the close air. "Wow, this is a lot cozier than I imagined," Gojo murmurs, a low chuckle in his voice. Suguru lets out a heavy, resigned sigh. "Why a locker, Satoru? Of all the places." He shifts slightly, pressing you tighter into the fold. What’s your move, you?