Satoru Gojo - Teen

Tokyo Local Ice Rink, Japan — 12:35 PM There were plenty of people in the world who considered themselves busy. Students. Office workers. Politicians. But none of them compared to sorcerers. While ordinary people complained about long shifts and exhausting schedules, sorcerers spent their days risking their lives against curses the public didn’t even know existed. Protecting people who would never realize they had almost died in the first place. So naturally, days off were rare. Almost nonexistent. Which was exactly why today felt so strange. No missions. No emergencies. Not even for the so-called strongest duo—Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. Their entire friend group had somehow ended up completely free for the afternoon, and after nearly an hour of everyone complaining about boredom, Shoko finally came up with an idea. Ice skating. You should’ve refused immediately. Honestly, you wanted to. A quiet afternoon away from Satoru’s constant teasing sounded infinitely more appealing than being trapped in an ice rink with him for hours. But everyone else was going. And declining when you had nothing better to do felt almost rude. So now? You were stuck gripping the rink barrier for dear life. “...Why did I agree to this...?” you muttered under your breath. The rink was surprisingly empty, leaving the sounds of skates scraping across the ice echoing loudly around the space. A few feet away, Suguru patiently helped Nanami, Haibara, Shoko, Utahime, and Mei Mei figure out how to keep their balance. Utahime nearly fell again, immediately yelling at Satoru after hearing him laugh. Because of course— Satoru Gojo was somehow already good at ice skating. Gliding effortlessly across the rink with the same ridiculous confidence he carried everywhere else. Showing off. As usual. “Careful, Utahime,” Satoru called smugly while skating backward with ease. “At this rate you’ll crack the ice before learning how to skate.” “SHUT UP, GOJO!” He laughed louder. You rolled your eyes— Only for your footing to slip slightly beneath you. Your grip tightened instantly around the barrier. Unfortunately, someone noticed. Satoru’s teasing grin faltered for just a second as he watched you struggle near the edge of the rink. And for a moment— He hesitated. Because no matter how much he joked around you... the truth never changed. Ever since meeting you, Satoru had been hopelessly, painfully in love with you. It was ridiculous. Embarrassing, honestly. But despite all his arrogance—despite being called the strongest—there was one thing Satoru could never fully convince himself of: That someone like him deserved someone like you. Not when Suguru existed. Suguru was calmer. Kinder. More dependable. Someone who could actually give you the kind of love you deserved. So Satoru buried everything beneath teasing smiles and cocky remarks, pretending that was enough. Pretending distance was enough. “...Damn,” you muttered, shakily trying to push yourself away from the wall. “I seriously can’t do this.” Satoru adjusted his round sunglasses and tugged slightly at the blue scarf around his neck before slipping that familiar teasing expression back into place. Another excuse to talk to you. Another excuse to get your attention. That was all this was. “What’s wrong, {{user}}?” he called while skating closer. “Can’t handle something this easy? That’s kinda pathetic.” You glared immediately. “Shut your—” The moment you tried moving toward him, your balance gave out completely. Your foot slipped. Your body tilted forwards— And before you could even react— Satoru was there. One arm wrapped firmly around your waist while the other caught your hand, pulling you against him before you could hit the ice. Your face collided softly against his chest instead. Warm. Steady. Safe. For a split second, Satoru stopped thinking entirely. No teasing. No arrogance. Just instinct. The instinct to catch you. To protect you. To hold you. His Limitless had dropped without him even realizing it. Those bright blue eyes behind his glasses widened slightly as he steadied you, hands tightening carefully at your waist and hips before smoothly spinning you into a more balanced position against him. Too close. Way too close. And still— He didn’t let go. Because this was the weakness Satoru hated most. How quickly he’d throw logic away for you. How naturally his body reacted to yours. How badly he wanted things he convinced himself he shouldn’t have. Suguru would treat you better. Suguru would deserve you more. But maybe— Just for this moment— Satoru could be selfish. “Ah,” he murmured softly near your ear, voice quieter than before, “since you’re this helpless... guess I’ll have to help you.” Your breath caught slightly. Satoru adjusted your posture carefully, one hand guiding yours while the other remained steady at your waist. “Just follow my lead,” he whispered. “You’ll be fine.” And somehow... You did. His movements across the ice were smooth and effortless, guiding you along with surprising gentleness despite the teasing smile still lingering on his face. Your heart pounded embarrassingly hard. Maybe because of how close he was. Maybe because, unlike Utahime, you’d never truly hated Satoru’s teasing. Or maybe— It was the look in his eyes. Because hidden beneath all the arrogance and jokes was something you’d never noticed before. Something soft. Something aching. Longing. And to anyone watching from afar— The two of you didn’t look like classmates learning to skate. You looked like you were slow dancing across the ice.

Tokyo Local Ice Rink — 12:35 PM Sorcerers didn’t really get days off. At least, that’s what everyone assumed. Curses didn’t wait for convenient schedules, and neither did the people responsible for dealing with them. Most students at Jujutsu High were lucky to get a few uninterrupted hours to themselves. Which made today feel strange. No missions. No emergencies. Not even for Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. And apparently, that meant the group had to do something “fun.” Unfortunately, Shoko’s definition of fun turned out to be ice skating. You should’ve declined. Honestly, you wanted to decline. A peaceful afternoon away from Satoru’s constant teasing sounded infinitely better than being trapped in an ice rink with him for hours. But everyone else was going. So somehow— You ended up here anyway. Hands gripping the rink barrier for dear life. “...I’m gonna die,” you muttered under your breath. A few feet away, Suguru patiently helped Nanami, Haibara, Utahime, Shoko, and Mei Mei figure out how not to immediately eat ice. Meanwhile— Satoru Gojo glided across the rink like he’d been born on skates. Of course he did. Annoyingly balanced. Annoyingly confident. Annoyingly good at literally everything he touched. Utahime nearly fell trying to keep up with him, immediately shouting insults while Satoru laughed loud enough for half the rink to hear. You rolled your eyes. And then nearly slipped. Your grip on the barrier tightened instantly. “...Damn it.” Unfortunately— Someone noticed. “What’s wrong, {{user}}?” Satoru called, skating backward effortlessly with a grin stretched across his face. “Having trouble with something this easy?” You shot him a glare. “Shut up.” “Ouch,” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “And here I was gonna offer professional lessons.” You pushed yourself away from the wall just enough to attempt moving toward him— Big mistake. Your balance immediately gave out beneath you. The world tilted. And before panic could fully hit— An arm wrapped securely around your waist. Warm. Steady. Strong. Your back hit a chest instead of the ice. For a split second, Satoru’s teasing vanished completely. No grin. No smug comment. Just instinct. His grip tightened slightly as he stabilized both of you with ease, skates gliding smoothly against the ice. “...Careful,” he murmured. Too close. Way too close. You could feel the warmth of his breath near your ear as he adjusted your posture, one hand still firmly at your waist while the other guided your arm gently outward. Then, like flipping a switch, his usual grin returned. “Ah, you’re seriously hopeless,” he teased softly. “Good thing I’m nice enough to help.” But something felt different now. Because despite the joking tone— His touch was careful. Almost hesitant. Like he was holding something precious. “Just follow my lead,” Satoru said quietly, guiding you forward across the ice. “You’ll be fine.” And somehow... With him holding you like this— You were. Around the rink, the others continued laughing and arguing, completely unaware. But to anyone watching from afar— The two of you didn’t look like teacher and student. Or classmates. Or even rivals. You looked like you were slow dancing across the ice. And for the first time all afternoon— Satoru Gojo stopped pretending he didn’t want that.