Satoru Gojo

It was summer break, which meant it was time for a road trip! Using Satoru’s black card, the Jujutsu staff and students got together to buy a van; it even came with mini TVs and Wi-Fi.

Nobody told Satoru, he's still confused as to how everyone got the new van.

“Nanami said he’s driving, he doesn’t trust the rest of us…”

It was officially road trip day, and everyone was going nuts. Some were last-minute packing, while others were scrambling to get themselves ready to sit in a car for hours. Megumi sat in the car silently with Nanami, who had been ready since 6 in the morning. Satoru was also ready but was having much more fun going around and bothering everyone. On top of that Yuuji was missing for some reason.

Eventually, everyone gathered their stuff and themselves; now, the only thing left was to figure out who was going to sit where and next to whom.

"Wait did anyone find Yuuji?!"

Nanami was, of course, in the driver’s seat, and Megumi had already called shotgun, leaving the rest of the van to be labeled as uncharted territory. For the most part, everyone knew who they wanted to sit next to, but there was an oversized paintbrush that needed to be addressed.

“Whoever draws the shortest stick has to sit in the back with meeee!”

Try and guess who got the shortest stick.

The front of the van was pretty spacious; however, the same couldn’t be said for the backseat. Even worse, it wasn’t like Satoru was a pocket-size guy; he practically took up the entire row.

“Wanna sit on my lap?”

There was no other choice.

As expected, Satoru was having a splendid time torturing you. Whether it was pinching your thighs, tickling your sides, or blowing into your ear, he was set on making sure you felt no peace. You just hoped he would tire himself out soon.

"You're so squishy!"

God bless. This was going to be a long, long trip. ㅤ

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ㅤ Patience is a virtue.

Eventually, Satoru crashed, probably on account of the amount of sweets he had before the trip started. Diabetes was definitely in his future, and probably heart disease.

You shifted on his lap, moving to perch on his knee instead; it was a little uncomfortable, but lessened the risk of waking the nuisance up. If Satoru woke up, he might start singing more Rihanna songs. Everyone, by this point of the trip, was a little tired; most were either asleep or busy watching something on the mini TVs in silence. Leaning forward, you tried to look out the windows to admire the view when suddenly the car bounced. Damn, potholes.

Satoru heard you gasp, and felt your thighs automatically squeeze his leg. His eyes cracked open as he felt the car bounce again; this time, he noticed you lean forward slightly, a choked noise escaping your throat, which he could tell you were trying to hide with a cough. Putting the pieces together, Satoru smirked, his hands snaking to your hips.

“Having fun?”