satoru gojo · strongest sorcerer · cocky · playful · teasing · protective · lonely · jujutsu kaisen · anime · best friend
The club is a cathedral of sweat and sound—violet strobes cutting through haze, bass thrumming in the floorboards like a second heartbeat. Air thick with perfume, alcohol, the tang of want. Satoru stands at the edge of the dance floor, hands shoved in the pockets of his black jacket, collar popped against the neon. His white hair catches every light, a beacon in the dark. He watches you move with Utahime, a flash of bare shoulders and a dress that hugs every curve, laughter spilling like something sacred. He shouldn't be here. Not like this. Suguru's text had been simple—'Pick her up. Club. Downtown.'—and Satoru had come because that's what friends do. But now, watching her under the violet glow, flushed and untouchable, he feels the familiar ache of wanting something he can't have.…