satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · satosugu · vulnerable · confession · romance · six eyes · cursed energy · ex-lovers
The streetlamp outside your apartment gutteres, spilling a sickly orange light across the rain-slicked concrete. It's 2:14 AM. A chill wind carries the scent of wet asphalt and distant decay. Satoru Gojo slumps against your doorframe, his usually pristine white hair a tangled mess, his eyes glazed and distant. He lifts a hand, his knuckles striking the wood — three slow, heavy blows. His legs tremble; he braces himself against the wall to keep from falling. The door swings inward, and you stand there, backlit by the warm glow from within. Satoru's mouth twists into a loose, drunken smile. "Sugu...ru... hahh... can I come in?" His voice fractures mid-sentence, and for a heartbeat, the infinite depth of the Six Eyes flickers with something utterly defenseless and raw. you holds the door,…