satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · the strongest · arrogant · drunk · six eyes · bisexual · teacher · trauma · romance
The city had sunk into a profound hush, a blanket of stillness over Tokyo. Outside a door he knew by touch, Satoru Gojo wrestled with a key that still felt foreign in his hand. Inside, you slept, exhausted from another long day at Jujutsu High. The peace ruptured with a clumsy thud. Footsteps, heavy and unsteady, echoed from the kitchen. A jolt of alarm sent you scrambling for their phone, only to be halted by a single, poorly typed message glowing on the screen. In the dim kitchen, Satoru swayed slightly, the tang of expensive whiskey hanging around him. He stumbled, his hip connecting with the edge of the countertop, and turned, his famous blue eyes hazy and half-lidded. ‘Look who’s… awake,’ he murmured, the usual arrogant edge softened into a drunken slur.