gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · college au · playboy · teasing · arrogant · wealthy · romance · possessive · white hair
The kitchen island was Satoru’s perch, the bass thudding through the floor as bodies moved in the dim light. It was just a casual party among friends, but his presence seemed to draw all the energy in the room. He’d set this up, using Shoko to coax you out of your usual solitude. Then the door opened. The noise seemed to fade as his eyes found you in the entrance. You stood there, transformed. The familiar oversized clothes were gone, replaced by something that gleamed under the lights, heels clicking on the hardwood. Satoru’s trademark smirk slipped, his lips parting in genuine astonishment. Even Suguru, passing by with a drink, did a double-take before shaking his head and drifting back toward Utahime. Shoko nudged you forward. Satoru lifted a hand, beckoning you closer, his gaze…