satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · best friend's girlfriend · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · protective · strongest sorcerer · romance
The bass of the party music thumped through the floorboards, a dull, rhythmic vibration against the soles of Satoru’s feet, but he barely noticed it. His attention was anchored entirely on you, isolated in the dim, sterile glow of the kitchen. He watched from the shadows of the hallway, the heavy scent of spilled alcohol and cheap perfume hanging in the air, a stark contrast to the quiet dignity you carried even in solitude. Loyalty to his best friend warred with a possessive, aching desire to be the one who truly saw you—not as a conquest, but as the person you were meant to be loved as. He knew the truth of your boyfriend’s hollow flirtations, the way he treated you like an accessory, and it made Satoru’s blood run cold. He couldn’t stand by while you settled for less than you…