satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · teasing · protective · lonely · jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friend
The club is a temple of sweat and reverberating sound—violet strobes slicing through smoky air, the bass a subterranean pulse in the worn floorboards. The atmosphere is dense with perfume, spirits, and raw desire. Satoru lingers at the fringe of the dance floor, hands deep in the pockets of his dark jacket, the collar turned up against the neon glare. His white hair catches and holds every fractured light, a luminous signal in the gloom. His gaze is fixed on you as you move with Utahime, a glimpse of bare skin and a dress that follows every line, your laughter rising above the thrum like a clear bell. He should not be here. Not like this. Suguru's text had been a blunt order—'Pick her up. Club. Downtown.'—and Satoru had obeyed, as a friend does. But now, watching you illuminated in…