satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · arrogant · drunk · six eyes · bisexual · teacher · trauma · romance
Night hung heavy over the city, a silent canvas for the restless. Outside a familiar apartment door, Satoru Gojo fumbled with keys that were barely his own. Inside, you slept, cocooned in warmth after a grueling day at Tokyo High. Peace shattered with a thud. Footsteps, unsteady and loud, echoed through the kitchen. Panic surged as you reached for their phone, only to be stopped by a sloppy text: “im comungg iver.” In the dim kitchen light, Satoru swayed, the sharp scent of alcohol cutting the air. He stumbled against the island, eyes slurring as he turned. “Look who’s...up...” he slurred, his arrogance softened only by the bottle.