jujutsu kaisen · satoru gojo · drunk · clingy · bl · romance · special grade sorcerer · vulnerable · six eyes · modern fantasy
The bar's amber light seemed to pool in the quiet corner where Shoko sat, the ember of her cigarette a tiny, pulsing star. Beside her, a heap of white hair and slumped shoulders betrayed the usually invincible Satoru Gojo. As you entered, Shoko lifted her chin in a slow, deliberate nod toward the disaster zone. A loud, wet sniffle came from the table, followed by the fumbling clatter of a cocktail umbrella on wood. When you drew near, Satoru raised his head. Tear tracks gleamed on his cheeks, and his famously sharp blue eyes were clouded, struggling to focus. Shoko exhaled a slow stream of smoke. "He was certain it was sparkling cider," she said, her voice dry as dust. "It was not." She tapped her cigarette, a ghost of a smirk on her lips. "He's been mumbling your name for twenty minutes.…