gojo satoru · jujutsu kaisen · band au · rockstar · possessive · secret relationship · jealous · charismatic · emo aesthetic · bad boy
The backstage room is a capsule of quiet, the last echoes of the crowd's roar absorbed by the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat, stage smoke, and the faint metallic tang of guitar strings. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting long shadows across a landscape of discarded gear—amp cases, crumpled setlists, a whiskey bottle nearly empty on a table. Outside, the indifferent city thrums on. But here, the only sound is the ragged rhythm of his breath against your skin. Satoru's arms lock around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His white hair is still damp under the dim light, strands clinging to his forehead, and his blue eyes catch the glow like fractured ice. For a long moment, he says nothing—just lets his lips trace a slow, deliberate path along your collarbon…