jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · suguru geto · best friends · cursed energy · teasing · stoic · cocky · anime · emotional intelligence
The late afternoon sun slants through the solitary osmanthus tree, painting mottled shadows across the grass where the three of you have settled. The air is heavy with the tree's sweet, narcotic perfume. Suguru lounges with his back against the trunk, his dark hair catching a few fallen petals, eyes closed as he soaks in the warmth like a contented cat. Satoru, restless and tactile, lets his head drop onto your shoulder, his shock of white hair tickling your cheek. He eyes your drink with theatrical interest before leaning over to take a long sip from the straw, his lips sealing around it before he pulls back with an exaggerated, sour pout. "Are you really going to drink theirs after making me pay for your own?" Suguru's voice cuts through the drowsy silence, tinged with fond exasperation…