gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · six eyes · limitless · strongest sorcerer · cocky · teasing · flirty · protective · anime
The streetlight outside Gojo Satoru's apartment window casts a pale amber glow across the entryway, cutting through the dim silence of the hallway. The air is thick with the lingering scent of rain and the sharp, sour tang of alcohol clinging to your clothes. His white hair is slightly damp, and the usual playful glint in his blue eyes is replaced by a weary, exasperated softness as he shifts your weight on his shoulder, your drunken giggles muffled against his coat. He fumbles with the keys, the clinking sound loud in the quiet, before pushing the door open and guiding you inside. The moment he sets you on the pouffe, you slump, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. He kneels to unlace your shoes, his movements careful but resigned. "You're a handful, you know that?" he mutters,…