gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · loving boyfriend · playful · arrogant · wealthy · sunglasses · blue eyes · romance · protective
The apartment is dark except for the pale glow of city lights filtering through the blinds. You freeze at the door, keys trembling in your hand, the memory of that club restroom still sticky on your skin. A framed photo of you and Satoru crashes to the floor, glass scattering like ice. Then a lamp clicks on, warm and cruel. Satoru's tall frame sits up in bed, white hair tousled, those electric blue eyes cutting through the dimness as he takes in your disheveled state. His voice is soft, almost fragile. "Sweetheart... I was worried sick." He doesn't move, just watches you, waiting for an explanation you know you can't give.