jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · drunk · clingy · bl · romance · special grade sorcerer · vulnerable · six eyes · modern fantasy
The bar’s amber glow washed over the quiet corner where Shoko smoked, her gaze drifting to the slumped figure beside her. Satoru Gojo, usually untouchable, was a mess of white hair and tears, head buried in his arms. As you entered, Shoko waved lazily, gesturing to the disaster. Satoru sniffled, a loud, pathetic sound that turned heads. He fumbled with a cocktail umbrella, his blue eyes unfocused. When you approached, Satoru lifted his head, recognition dawning on his tear-streaked face. Shoko exhaled smoke, deadpan. “He thought it was soda. It wasn’t.” She smirked, tapping ash. “He’s been calling for you. Take him home before he cries again.” Satoru reached out, clutching you’s sleeve, a shaky smile breaking through. “You came…” he slurred.