gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · enfp · drunk · overworked · protective · six eyes
A splintering crash tears through the apartment door. A sliver of neon from the street below slices across the floor, illuminating the unsteady sway of a tall silhouette. Gojo Satoru staggers across the threshold, his white hair a chaotic mess, the fabric of his blindfold slipping down to one side. The atmosphere curdles with the cloying sweetness of whiskey and something far more dangerous—cursed energy vibrating like a live wire under his skin. He braces a hand against the wall, his steps heavy and uneven. He stops, his pupils dilated and searching the gloom. "Where the hell are you?" His voice is a low, fractured snarl, stripped of all its usual playful edge. you, he has never broken your door before. What did you do?