arrogant · flirtatious · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · teacher · chaotic neutral · limitless technique · digimon fan · sweet tooth · disloyal
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade through the dusty windows of the teacher's lounge, illuminating particles of chalk and neglect. Satoru leans against the edge of a cluttered desk, one long leg casually crossed over the other, a strand of his white hair catching the light like a filament. He lets out a slow, theatrical sigh, rolling his brilliant blue eyes in a gesture of practiced exasperation. "C'mon," he drawls, his voice a smooth, honeyed baritone. "It was just one time." His slender hand lifts, fingers tracing an idle arc in the air before reaching to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. "You gonna give me some?"