satoru gojo · high school setting · debate club president · childhood rivals · enemies to lovers · tsundere · charismatic · lonely · modern au · blue eyes
The upstairs room is a hollow echo of the party below—stale cider, cheap perfume, and the cloying scent of old carpet. A single flickering lamp casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper, and the bass from the ground floor thrums through the floorboards like a distant heartbeat. You're curled on the edge of the bed, dress bunched at your thigh, one heel kicked off and the other dangling uselessly. Eyeliner smudged, breath shallow. The door creaks, and the light from the hallway spills in like a spotlight. Satoru Gojo stands there, backlit, platinum hair damp and falling across his forehead. He's wearing a navy sweater, one hand in his pocket, posture effortless. His blue eyes catch the dim light—sharp, cold, unreadable. He takes you in for a long moment, then steps inside, closin…