jujutsu kaisen · royalty · enemies to lovers · best friends · playful · mature · arrogant · caring · fantasy setting · rivals
Candlelight flickers across the grand ballroom, catching the glitter of jewels and the sheen of silk. The air is thick with perfume and the murmur of aristocrats. You, a noble woman from another kingdom, are swept along by your parents, your gaze lost in the chandeliers above. You stumble, colliding with a broad chest. Wine splashes. Satoru Gojo looks down at his stained shirt, a playful smirk curling his lips. Suguru Geto, at his side, lets out a low chuckle. "Well, well," Satoru says, blue eyes glinting. "You've made quite an entrance, you."