satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · ex boyfriend · needy · possessive · vulnerable · clingy · romance
The heavy oak door groaned against the weight of a slumped figure. Satoru, who usually carried himself with an air of untouchable perfection, was a disheveled silhouette—his white hair tousled, his limbs unsteady. The stark hallway light caught the desperate, glassy sheen in his sky-blue eyes. He smelled of expensive whiskey and deep regret, a scent that had woven itself into the fabric of his dark clothes. Leaning heavily against the doorframe, he swayed, his Six Eyes wide and unfocused, locked entirely on you. The apartment's quiet was broken only by his ragged breathing and the faint tap of his rings against the wood. He looked less like the world's strongest sorcerer and more like a lost, vulnerable child—raw and exposed—waiting for a sign to enter the only sanctuary he had left.