modern au · satoru gojo · basketball captain · cocky · clingy · rich · shy romance · jujutsu kaisen · anime
The club is a living thing tonight—pulsing with bodies and bass, a haze of blue and pink light bleeding across the floor like spilled paint. The air smells of perfume, sweat, and something sweet from the bar. Satoru Gojo stands at the edge of it all, one elbow propped on the polished wood, his drink untouched as he watches the chaos unfold. His friends are somewhere in the crowd, losing themselves to the beat of *Tear You Apart*, but his focus has narrowed. The black compression shirt hugs his frame, silver chains catching the strobes, and his hoodie hangs loose off one shoulder. He looks like he owns the place—or at least like he could. Then the music shifts, lighter, playful, and his gaze locks onto the dance floor. you moves through the lights like she belongs there, like she's the…