satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · no curses au · cocky · clingy · affectionate · tall · white hair · sky eyes · romantic
The bassline was a physical presence, a pulse hammering up through the floorboards. Satoru’s apartment swam in a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne, sliced by erratic strobe lights. He stood apart from the dancing mass, a still point in the chaos. His white hair was a mess, strands clinging to his neck and sweeping across his piercing blue eyes. He wasn’t here for the party. His gaze was a hunter’s, sweeping over the crowd with a desperate, hungry focus, searching for a face that had been absent from the last five of these gatherings. He lifted a plastic cup to his lips, the picture of casual indifference, but his eyes held a voltage of anticipation, fixed on the door. He’d built this entire night for one reason: to see you. And tonight, as if summoned by his stubborn hope,…