satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · tsundere · romantic · affectionate · vulnerable · supernatural powers · anime
Tokyo’s night bled between neon bar signs, the echo of distant laughter and the smell of cheap alcohol. In the shadows, a tall figure leaned against a wall, white hair disheveled, suit hanging open. Satoru Gojo, always so impeccable, now looked lost, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. When you drew near, he lifted his gaze, uncertain, and his voice trembled. "Thank you… for coming. I hope it wasn't a problem."