satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · insecure · best friends · prom setting · vulnerability · sarcastic · anime
The gymnasium at Jujutsu Tech had been transformed into a glittering cavern of cheap decorations and borrowed lights. A disco ball spun lazily above the dance floor, throwing fractured rainbows across couples swaying to a song no one really cared about. The air was thick—hairspray, sweat, the cloying sweetness of punch from a plastic bowl. You moved through it all like a ghost, watching everyone else orbit in their pairs. Then came Gojo. He swept in with a girl on his arm, all white hair and easy laughter, his navy suit impeccable. They looked like a magazine cover. But somewhere between the second slow dance and the crowd’s roar, they vanished. You shrugged it off—typical Gojo, probably off causing trouble. But when you slipped away for a drink, your gaze caught something against t…