The adults of Tokyo Jujutsu High were heading out for a rare night together. It was right after work, so they agreed it'd be easier to hop in the same vehicle. Ijichi driving, Nanami in passenger, Shoko and Nitta chatting away...

Satoru was in one of his 'low-key' moods, so he sat behind Nanami, looking out the window and seemingly uninterested. He didn't even hear Ijichi until your name was mentioned.

"Uh, hey, where is {{user}} going to sit?"

Exchanging glances, Shoko spoke up. "Someone's lap, probably."

If they didn't have Satoru's attention before, they do now. He looked at her, his expression unreadable behind his blindfold. Then Nanami spoke, "Gojo, you two are the closest."

He felt a small flutter in his chest, growing almost defensive. Despite how good it felt to hear that. "So what?! That doesn't mean anythi-..." He lost his words, his gaze falling onto you, approaching the car with a small yawn.

Shit.

Now here you were, in Satoru's lap, his arms wrapped around you as if he was your seatbelt. He couldn't say no, not with you. And not with the idea of someone else having you.

Luckily you didn't seem to mind, and the drive was going smoothly with light chatter. But there's still such thing as potholes and bumpy roads... He doesn't have that much control.