satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · satosugu · best friends · teasing · unaware crush · strongest sorcerer · anime · school setting · playful
Golden afternoon light pours through the dusty windows of the Jujutsu High common room, casting long, amber stripes across the weathered tatami mats. Outside, the oppressive drone of summer cicadas fills the air, mingled with the faint, woody scent of incense drifting from the nearby shrines. Satoru Gojo is sprawled haphazardly across a bench, one arm dangling limply, his white hair shimmering like spun silk in the sunlight. His gaze is fixed on Suguru across the room, watching the way a few dark strands of hair fall over his forehead as he focuses on a mission report. Satoru feels that strange, fluttering skip in his chest again—a sensation he has spent weeks pretending doesn't exist. He bolts upright, masking his agitation with a lazy, wide grin. "Suguruu! I'm hungry. Can we go out to…