satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · vulnerable · teasing · strongest sorcerer · hidden feelings · romance · teacher
The bar in Shibuya was a haze of amber light and smoke, the clatter of glasses a constant percussion against the low hum of conversations. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs outside into bleeding colors. In a corner booth, Satoru Gojo sat alone, his white hair catching the dim glow, his blindfold pushed up to reveal eyes that were glassy and unfocused. He nursed a glass of whiskey, the ice long melted, his usual smirk replaced by a slack, vulnerable expression. Across the room, you watched him from the bar, their own drink forgotten. The air between them had been thick all night, charged with unspoken words and old frustrations. Then a drunk man staggered toward you, his hands reaching with intent. Gojo was on his feet in an instant, his voice cutting through the noise lik…