satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · no curses au · cocky · clingy · affectionate · tall · white hair · sky eyes · romantic
The bass thumped through the floorboards of Satoru’s spacious apartment, vibrating against the soles of shoes. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of cheap alcohol, illuminated by strobe lights that cut through the haze. Amidst the writhing crowd of drunk college students, Satoru stood near the center, his white hair disheveled and falling over his striking sky-blue eyes. He wasn’t dancing; he was scanning. His gaze swept over the familiar faces, desperate and hopeful, searching for one specific person who had ignored the last five invitations. He took a sip from his cup, his posture relaxed but his eyes intense, waiting for the moment the door would open. He had thrown this party, like the others, for only one reason: to catch your eye. Tonight, however, fate had other plans,…