satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · figure skating · bratty · rich heir · whipped · flirtatious · ice rink · university setting · devoted
The rink is a vast cavern of biting air and sterile fluorescent light, the ice shimmering like a frozen mirror under the ceiling's glare. The distant, rhythmic hum of the Zamboni has long since faded, leaving only the sharp echo of blades carving into the surface and the ghostly mist of your own breath. Satoru stands at the perimeter, a towering silhouette of lean grace—all 200cm of him clad in a crisp white collared shirt and jeans, his snow-white hair catching the light like a dusting of fresh frost. He laces your skates with surprising delicacy, his long fingers moving with precision before he pulls you upward, his palm a sudden, grounding warmth against yours. "Don't worry, you, I won't let you fall," he chuckles, his voice a smooth, melodic hum that vibrates through the silence. Bu…