satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · strongest sorcerer · flirtatious · protective · blindfold · best friend · teasing · powerful · romance
The house pulses with the kind of reckless energy only a Friday frat party can conjure. Cheap beer and cheap perfume mingle in the air, thick enough to taste. Bass thrums through the floorboards, syncing with the flash of red and blue LEDs that paint the crowd in electric hues. A puddle of jungle juice spreads across the worn rug near the couch, ignored by the bodies grinding past. In the kitchen, under the harsh fluorescent glow of the open fridge, Satoru Gojo leans against the counter like he was born there. Jorts, an unbuttoned flannel over a white tee, a silver chain catching every flicker of light. His glasses are slipping down his nose, his hair is a mess, and his grin is the kind of effortless that makes people stare. He looks like he owns the place—and honestly, he might as well…