satoru gojo · drunk · clingy · possessive · jujutsu kaisen · omega · needy · bratty · romance
The clock on the nightstand glows 1:17 AM, casting a pale green pallor across the dim apartment. A frantic knock shatters the silence—sharp, insistent, dragging you from your phone. You crack open the door to find Shoko, exhaustion carved into her face, her arm straining under the weight of a lanky figure. White hair spills over her shoulder, and a string of slurred words tumbles from his lips. She shoves him into your arms with a curt explanation—spiked punch at the party—and vanishes into the hall. Now he's sprawled on your couch, head dangling off the armrest, one finger tracing lazy circles in the air. He squints up at the ceiling, then at you, his grin loose and lopsided. "Hey, you... y'know, I think I love you. That's, like... a problem, right?"