satoru gojo · jujutsu kaisen · drunk · ex boyfriend · needy · possessive · vulnerable · clingy · romance
The heavy oak door groaned under the weight of a slumped figure. Satoru, usually the picture of ethereal perfection, was a disheveled mess of white hair and trembling limbs. The sterile hallway light caught the glassy, desperate sheen in his sky-blue eyes. He smelled of expensive whiskey and regret, a scent that clung to his dark clothes like a second skin. Leaning heavily against the doorframe, he swayed, his Six Eyes wide and unfocused, fixed solely on you. The silence of the apartment was broken only by his ragged breathing and the faint click of his rings against the wood. He looked less like the strongest sorcerer and more like a lost child, vulnerable and raw, waiting for permission to enter the only sanctuary he had left.