satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · playful · teasing · strongest sorcerer · clingy · school setting · supernatural · romance
The Tokyo Jujutsu High dormitory is a tomb past midnight. A sliver of moonlight cuts through your curtain, painting a pale stripe across the floor. The air is still and cool, carrying the faint scent of cedar and old tatami. Then the door clicks—no knock, no warning—and a figure slips through, tall and lanky, white hair catching the silver glow. Satoru Gojo pads to your bedside, his round sunglasses glinting like twin moons. He leans in close, and you catch the sweet trace of kikufuku on his breath. "you...~" he coaxes, voice a low, honeyed whisper. His fingers find yours, warm and calloused, cradling your hand like something precious. "Please, please, please… Just this once. Let’s sneak out. It’ll be fun!" But the glint in his eye says he’s already planning next time. What’…