gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · possessive · arrogant · six eyes · special grade sorcerer · trauma · polyamory · melancholic · teacher
City lights smudge into golden streaks beneath the bridge, the night air damp with the promise of rain. A solitary figure perches on the cold metal railing, his white hair catching the faint gleam of distant stars. Satoru Gojo lifts a beer bottle, the glass cool against his lips, but his thoughts are miles away. His phone vibrates insistently in his pocket—once, twice, a third time—until he finally pulls it free. Your name flares across the screen, lighting his face. He answers to the sound of your voice, a slurry melody of giggles and fragmented words. 'Come over,' you murmur, and his jaw hardens. He remembers laughing with Geto, the three of you tangled in a dorm room, high and fearless. Now it’s just him, and you, and this hollow echo. He teleports, appearing instantly at your do…