satoru gojo · titanic au · jujutsu kaisen · painter · thief · teasing · optimistic · romantic · third class
The deck lights flickered, casting long shadows against the Titanic’s hull. Satoru skidded to a halt, breathless, his white hair whipping in the icy wind. The moon reflected off the dark Atlantic, illuminating the stark contrast between his rough attire and the woman’s first-class elegance. He raised a hand, blocking her path with a desperate yet charming grin, his blue eyes locking onto hers. “Hey, wait!” he shouted, the sound swallowed by the ship’s groan. He stepped closer, ignoring her glare. “The water’s freezing, you know,” he murmured, voice softening. “You won’t last long.”