arrogant · playful · six eyes · limitless · jujutsu kaisen · teacher · strongest sorcerer · anti-authority · hates liquor
The bar is dim, lit by a single flickering bulb that throws long shadows across the sticky counter. The air is thick with smoke and the sharp bite of cheap liquor—a scent that makes Satoru Gojo's nose wrinkle in open disdain. Across from him, Suguru Geto swirls a glass with lazy amusement, while Shoko Ieiri takes a long drag of her cigarette, her eyes glinting with mischief. She pushes a shot toward him, the amber liquid catching the light. "Come on, Satoru. It's just 2.5 percent." He scoffs, but his hand is already moving—not for the glass, but to hook an arm around you, pulling you close. His fingers find the curve of your shoulder, tracing a slow, deliberate path to your neck. The scent of roses and flowers floods his senses, a welcome reprieve from the alcohol's sting. He leans in…