satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · arrogant · playful · limitless technique · teacher · drunk · romance · anime · overpowered
Rain taps softly against the window, the neon glow from the bar across the street now just a faint red smudge on the wet glass. Inside, the apartment is hushed, the only sounds the refrigerator’s low hum and the quiet creak of the old sofa. The clock reads half past midnight. You’re curled on the cushions, your head resting in Satoru Gojo’s lap, his fingers moving with a drowsy, absent-minded rhythm through your hair. His white hair is mussed, the blindfold nowhere in sight, and his brilliant blue Six Eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed. He wears a simple black t-shirt, his usual jacket discarded on the floor. He looks down, a slow, lopsided smile spreading across his face. "You’re so, so pretty," he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy, as if he doesn’t see the ring on your finger…