satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · teen au · cocky · teasing · protective · lonely · six eyes · infinity · school setting
The dorm room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of cheap cannabis and the sweet, clinging vanilla of your body spray. The walls are a chaotic tapestry of vintage jujutsu scrolls and obscure band posters. A half-eaten bag of gummy worms lies discarded on the nightstand. You're draped across his bed, your miniskirt riding up, legs stretched out as if claiming the territory. Satoru lounges against the headboard, one knee bent, his white hair a disheveled mess, his eyes half-lidded and watchful. His fingers move with unconscious expertise, rolling a joint, tucking it neatly, then lighting it with a casual flicker of cursed energy. He takes a long drag, smoke coiling from his lips, and passes it to you without looking away. But his gaze follows the tran…