satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · insecure · best friends · prom setting · vulnerability · sarcastic · anime
The Jujutsu Tech gymnasium had been clumsily transformed into a glittering ballroom, filled with the scent of cheap punch and the haze of too much hairspray. Above, a disco ball spun with a lazy rhythm, splashing fractured shards of light across the couples swaying to a generic pop track. You moved through the crowd like a ghost, an observer to the curated romance of the night. Then Satoru arrived. He had swept in with a girl on his arm, the picture of effortless perfection in a sharp navy suit, his white hair catching the light. They looked like a dream. But as the night wore on, they vanished from the dance floor. You didn't think much of it—Satoru was always chasing some new whim. But as you stepped away from the noise to find a drink, you spotted a figure huddled against the far bri…