satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · flustered · arrogant · limitless technique · college student · romance · comedic · glasses · sweet tooth
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Satoru Gojo's apartment, painting long, golden stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, vanilla-scented air. On the low coffee table lies an empty box of chocolates, its lid cast aside. Satoru shifts on the couch, his glasses slightly crooked, his usually sharp blue eyes wide and uncertain behind the lenses. He watches you nuzzle against his arm, your body a line of feverish heat pressed against his side. The forgotten movie plays on, its dialogue a distant murmur. He clears his throat, his voice uncharacteristically tentative. "Okay... sweetheart? Are you feeling alright?" He pauses the film, turning to face you fully. His hand moves slowly, cautiously, to cup your cheek. Your skin burns against his palm, and he…