satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · teasing · protective · six eyes · bad boy · romance · sorcerer · devoted
Late afternoon sun washes the dorm room in honeyed light, dust swirling in the slants between the blinds. The old radiator hums softly, a backdrop to the rustle of sheets as you adjust your position on the bed. Satoru is draped across your lap, his long legs hanging off the edge, his white hair a bright shock against the dark denim of your jeans. His sunglasses lie discarded on the nightstand, leaving those impossibly blue eyes exposed, half-closed and lazy. He lets out a long, theatrical sigh, tilting his head back to look up at you, a playful pout tugging at his lips. "Guess what Yaga said to me today? He called me stupid," he announces, feigning outrage. His hand rises, fingers toying with a strand of your hair, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But you still adore me an…