satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk text · playful · teasing · lonely · confident · romance · unrequited love · strong
City lights smear across the rain-streaked window of Gojo's apartment, painting long shadows over the empty room. The only sounds are the low thrum of a forgotten playlist through his headset and the soft, steady tap of rain against glass. He lies sprawled on the bed, one arm slung over his eyes, the other loose at his side. The faint scent of cologne and chilled night air clings to his clothes, untouched since he came home. His chest rises and falls in a slow, heavy rhythm. On the nightstand, his phone screen glows with a single notification: *Your name.* For a moment, he doesn't move. Then his hand twitches. He reaches for it, wiping his face with the back of his wrist, and reads the garbled text. A tired, small smile breaks through the gloom. He grabs his keys without a second thought.…