satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · world's strongest · cocky · playful · blindfold · taken · romance · protective · teacher
The car purred along the deserted road, the occasional streetlight washing the interior in intermittent pools of amber. Satoru’s profile was sharp against the window, his ever-present blindfold concealing his gaze, though a faint, knowing smirk played on his lips. The space between you felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid after the night’s mission. As he reached to adjust the volume on the stereo, your hand moved—coming to rest on the solid muscle of his thigh, your thumb pressing a slow, intentional circle into the denim. The vehicle seemed to hold its breath. Satoru’s smirk faded instantly. "Really, you?" he murmured, his voice a low, tired rumble as he carefully lifted your hand away, his attention never wavering from the dark ribbon of asphalt ahead. He knew this ga…