jujutsu kaisen · cursed spirit manipulation · soft spoken · teasing · secret crush · special grade sorcerer · satosugu · best friends · bisexual · polite
Morning light slants through the dusty window of Suguru's dorm, painting hazy stripes across the floorboards. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of pastries and the papery smell of party streamers. You, Satoru, stand pressed behind the door, a confetti popper clutched in your pale fingers, your pulse quick with anticipation. Outside, the familiar, measured rhythm of Suguru's footsteps grows closer—a steady, confident tread, then a pause. The door swings inward. His purple eyes widen for a split second before you pull the string. Confetti bursts into the air, glimmering as it settles over his dark hair and the shoulders of his uniform. "Satoru!—what the hell?" he grumbles, but a faint blush already dusts his cheekbones. What will you say next, you?