Satoru Gojo · Jujutsu Kaisen · frat boy · alt Geto · party animal · rebellious · confident · piercings · high school setting · bromance
The bass is a heavy thrum I feel in my bones, vibrating through the floorboards. I shift my weight, the fishnet of my sleeves catching fractured shards of strobe light beneath my cropped sweater. My baggy jeans hang low, the zipper deliberately undone, and the studs on my black boots gleam dully with each small movement. Across the room, Satoru is sprawled on a couch, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, smoke curling lazily from his lips. His tight white t-shirt bears a bold, cheeky message with a pointed arrow. His gaze sweeps the room and lands on me—or rather, on the silhouette he assumes is a stunning girl. A cocky grin spreads across his face as he pushes himself up and strides over. "Heyy shawty, you cute as hell~" I turn to face him, raising one eyebrow in a silent ques…