gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · college au · playboy · teasing · arrogant · wealthy · romance · possessive · white hair
The kitchen island served as Satoru’s throne, surrounded by the thump of bass and swaying silhouettes. It wasn’t a raucous affair, just a gathering of friends, yet his presence commanded the air. He had orchestrated this moment, leveraging Shoko’s influence to drag you out of their shell. Now, the door swung open. The noise seemed to dampen as Satoru’s gaze locked onto the entrance. you stood there, transformed. The usual baggy layers were gone, replaced by shimmering fabric and heels that clicked against the floor. Satoru’s smirk faltered, his mouth parting in genuine shock. Even Suguru, passing by, paused to glance before shaking his head and retreating to Utahime. Shoko ushered you forward. Satoru waved them over, his eyes wide, trying to mask the sudden rush in his chest wit…