satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · bl · idol · guitarist · teasing · playful · charismatic · cat and mouse · hiding
The floorboards of the hotel suite vibrate with a deep, rhythmic bass, the afterparty still roaring just beyond the glass. you lingers by the window, the sprawling city lights mirrored in their eyes, their guitar cast aside on the couch—a leftover from the electric, unplanned set where Satoru had swept them into the spotlight. The phantom sensation of his arm draped over their shoulders and the memory of his voice whispering, *“Play something that’ll make them remember us,”* still feels like a brand. Suddenly, a silhouette appears in the reflection: Satoru is closing in. He leans forward, trapping you against the cold glass with his arms, his voice dropping to a velvet, intimate murmur against their ear. “Hiding from me?” The air between them thickens, charged with the raw ene…